You know those types of people who just LOVE kids. They say things like “the light of the world is in a child’s eyes and there is nothing more inspiring then their laughter. Hearing the joy of children makes my heart sore with a sense of unfathomable happiness and wonder.” Yeah… so… I am not one of those people.

Before having a baby, I regarded kids as mini-humans that I judged just as harshly. I often found myself thinking some kid was a little jerk. Maybe they were just being a kid, but I couldn’t help myself from being critical. Of course, like how I handle being around most people, I made sure they thought I liked them…. I am not a sociopath … I am just saying, other people’s kids could definitely annoy me.

The funny thing is, they didn’t even have to be bad kids to get on my nerves. One time when I was pregnant I went with one of my friends to get a tattoo. She had a 6-month old son, and my job was to hold him for two hours while she got work done. Mind you, he was a very nice baby. He didn’t cry, he didn’t bite, he just wiggled and squirmed and looked around. Still, when my friend was done, I basically tossed her kid at her and wondered how bad it was *really* to drink a bottle of wine while pregnant.

I remember thinking to myself “Holy crap… I am going to be squeezing one of these puppies out soon, and I am not even sure if I like babies!” And then I remember thinking “You know what would be really good right now? A hot dog.” (Of course I am exaggerating… it was an organic turkey dog…)

Despite my fears that and bad attitude, I have yet to get sick of The Munch. Even if she is being a little jerk, I love her so much that I don’t care. Don’t get me wrong, I still judge other little kids like there are on American Idol, I haven’t evolved that much yet… But maybe it is impossible for me to get sick of her because she reminds me so much of me ;o)