last weekend Mr. REA and i visited with some friends.
and these friends have babies.
and babies are the most adorable things on planet earth.
besides puppies.
and kittens.
and itty bitty mechanical pencils.
as i watched the babies playing together
i thought to myself:
i want one.
one of the babies was lying on the floor
drinking from a bottle.
legs spread eagle
his belly showing
his eyes rolling back.
in complete comfort.
f-ing adorable.
and as i visualized the 9 month pregnancy
the swollen ankles
the stretch marks
the discomfort
the weight gain
i began to understand the true meaning of my thoughts:
i want to be one.
a baby.
i want to be a baby.
i want to lay on the floor with a bottle
with my belly showing.
and then i want someone to clean up my barf
and bathe me
and tuck me in
and remove harmful things from my grasp
before i hurt myself or choke on small parts.
my advice to babies everywhere:
ride that gravy train til it kicks you off.
you don't know how good you've got it.
once you hit college, its not going to be so cute when you make a poopy in your pants or have so many bottles that you barf all over your onesie. no one is going to clean that up for you. no one is going to put soft corners on the coffee table to protect you. and when you lose your favorite wallet in a cab in The City, and you vow not to stop crying until it's found - no one is going to return it.
being a grown up is prettyyyyy overrated.
