I'm talking about babies. Toddlers. Rosy-cheeked little ambassadors of high-pitched squeals and huge, toothless grins. Tiny, little humans. They are everywhere. They're infiltrating the nuances of daily life! For a while, it was common to see a few strollers while you were out. On public transportation you could count on seeing at least one baby, but all of a sudden, whenever I find myself on CTA, I see no less than 3-5 infants in strollers, snuggle carriers or car seats.
When I look out my window, I see parades of nannies, Mommies, and sometimes Daddies all walking along with their caravan of babies.
|Just like that.|
When riding on the expressway, every other car has a baby or evidence of a baby in its back seat, advertised with glaring pastel banners, baby Winnie the Poohs and stuffed teething rings. They're everywhere! It's like a never-ending Parade!
|EXACTLY LIKE THIS|
Well, that was easy to figure out. But, you'd think that with about 20% of us still unemployed, most of us working a series of temp and part-time jobs because of budget cuts, and our extended stay with our parents we wouldn't be able to care for children. But some of us are having babies. It may look like lots of us are doing it, but I'm pretty sure if you play the numbers game, the rates are low in comparison with the rates of previous generations. There's just so many more of us that it looks like a lot.
Babies. They're the future of our nation. It's important to make sure they have a good start in their lives so they can grow up to be the game-changers we need them to be. Recently, a cousin and a couple friends of mine announced that they are expecting adorable little girls. I'm excited. Especially since my realistic assessment of my life has led me to the conclusion that I'll be baby free for a while now.
I must live VICARIOUSLY. That's why I'm going to start making a bunch of baby-themed stuff! My babies (read: babies belonging to people I know) will have hand-made blankets, dolls, and butt covers- because I love them and because I'm living vicariously. Whatever. They get to feel special and loved. The parents don't have to pay a ton of cash for unique baby items and I get to exercise my creativity and create spoiled monsters.
|That's right, little diva.|
Everyone wins. Yaaaay!
Now let me get busy.
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