This Baby Business is Tough

Being a baby, it's tough work. I mean, it's tiring. People keep telling me how easy I have it—my parents change my diapers, wipe me down, dress me, bathe me, hold me, carry me, swaddle me, feed me. But you know what, it's a lot harder than it sounds on my end. Complete and utter dependency is not always as sweet as it seems.

Getting fed is especially tougher than it sounds. I mean, you're not exactly eating something with a fork. You're trying to latch on to a boob. A boob, for crying out loud! It's not as easy as you would think.

Everything else about life is pretty good—my family's great, I live in a good neighborhood, I'm healthy—but just don't go assuming this baby thing is as easy as it looks. My little fingers are once again tired of typing, so until next time, that's (my tiring, but otherwise excellent) life thus far.