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Can’t I Just Be A Big Baby?

Although kids are cute and all, they can also be as irritating as an over used fuck hole.  Everyone is always telling me to “appreciate every moment, they grow up so fast!” Yeah yeah yeah… Even though I know this to be true, and the years may be short with your child – the days are long.

But I don’t blame kids for being annoying.  Children are in a constant state of growth, and that is exhausting.  They are having to learn new things daily, and are expected to adapt that knowledge while more and more input is flooding their tiny, still developing brains. It’s hard enough for me to learn someone’s name.

I think one of the hardest things about being a toddler is the transition from being an infant into a child.  The Munch has actual memories of being a baby.  She recalls me holding her all the time, and having everything done for her.  But now she is expected to “be a big girl” and do things on her own.

On the one hand I am sure being capable of new things is empowering for The Munch. That she enjoys her new found freedom of being self-sufficient.  But at the same time, being a baby kicks ass.  If I could live my life as one big baby you better believe I would.

I feel like The Munch is nostalgic for those times and it manifests with this one constant request that she makes every day of my life:

Munch: “Carry me Mamma.”

Toni: “Munch, you are too heavy.  You’re a big girl now.  You can walk.”

Munch: “NO CARRY ME!!!!!!”

Toni: “Dude, it is like 700 degrees out.  If I carry you my arms are going to melt off.”

Munch: “But Mamma, please carry me! I LIKE TO BE CARRIED!”

Well I do too kid… I do too.

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