Babies

They're everywhere.

All.The.Time.

I open Facebook and BAM. Baby nation.

I come to work and BOOM. Another one drank the water.

This is all I seem to be hearing these days:

"We're pregnant!!"

"Look at little Boo Boo eating dirt. Isn't he cute?!"

"Open your email, I sent you 368 pictures of little Niko in the swimming pool!"

Don't get me wrong, I loooove kids.

Really, I do.

They're cuddly, they smell good, you can't help but smile when you're around them,

they're little bundles of joy.

See? Look.

Me + Babies = Happy.

But do you notice one key thing that all of these children have in common?

They're not mine.

So when said cute, cuddly babies become screaming little heathens,

I can happily hand them back to Mamma and be on my merry way.

It's been worked into a craft of mine, really.

I'm not going to lie though,

every now and then I get that "baby itch."

{Sorry V-Dizzle if you're reading this.)

I think to myself, "Wow, what if I had a baby right now? Wouldn't that be neat?"

{I suppose I'd need a willing partner to make that happen, but that's beside the point.}

I then quickly come to my senses,

shake my head, chuckle at myself,

and remember just how selfish I am at 25 years old.

Yeah, I'll admit it.

So then I go to the nearest McDonald's,

sit in a corner,

and watch all the children scream, cry, push & shove,

and I feel better.

{okay, I don't really do that, but maybe I should.}

Anyway.

I'm so, so happy for all of my friends that have/are having babies.

I think it's super cool.

Of course it's amazing that you're bringing new life into this world,

but more importantly:

It lets me get my baby fix taken care of without having to actually do it myself.

So I guess what I'm trying to say is: 

Keep populating, girls.

Because I think it's safe to say: I shouldn't be.

You're doing me and the world a favor.

And we thank you.

xoxo