I was at a party last night and a couple brought their new baby girl, who couldn’t have been more than a couple weeks old. One of the wives at the party was cooing over the baby the entire night and made her husband hold her.

“Doesn’t that make you want one?” she asked him.

He did the right thing by not saying anything at all. Now me, the non-married guy, put myself in his shoes when she asked the question, and my answer without my married-guy mussel, would have been a simple, “No.”

I don’t see the fuss over a new baby, especially one that’s just a couple of weeks old. They have no personality at that age. They barely make any noises. They don’t really smile, and you can’t play any games with them.

It reminds me of the Seinfeld episode when Jerry and Elaine’s friends keep telling them, “You’ve GOT to come see the new BABEE.” Jerry and Elaine, of course, could care less to see the BABEE.

Now I’m sure some day when that’s my baby *Phog (come on, be a boy!), I’ll think he’s the coolest thing from the time he shoots out and the doctor catches him and I immediately put a basketball in his hands.

*I know I’m having a girl. I’m cursed.

And lately, I’ve even got a little baby fever myself.

My sister recently moved back to Kansas City and she has two boys, Tayte, 11, and Juleon, who’s 11 months. Tayte really took a loving to sports recently, and much of my attention when I’m back home is going over the pennant race, pitching motions and our favorite ballplayers and teams.

But lately, I’ve become more and more fascinated with little Juleon. First of all, he’s just so darn cute. With his little curls and his cute little smile, and his cute little noises and the way he kicks his cute little legs when I hold him in the air… And, yeah, he’s pretty stinkin’ cute.

And then there’s watching him grow and the changes he makes in just the week of time that goes by between my visits. The other day he was sitting on the ground, and without using his hands or a table, he stood up on his own and raised his arms in the air, showing everyone, Look what I did! I know next week he’s going to be walking, and in a couple weeks he’ll probably chime in on the pennant race.

And with every visit, I can see him getting more and more excited to see me. We’ve even started to have our “things,” like when his tall uncle lifts him in the air and flies him around like an airplane, scaring grandma and the both of us laughing about it in the process.

Now, if I didn’t know the kid and he was of no relation, I’m sure I’d think he was cute — did I mention how cute the little stinker is? — but other than that, I wouldn’t be that fascinated.

But I am. I’m so fascinated I know I’m going to have to start stopping myself when I’m talking to my buddies from slipping in baby stories between fantasy football and recapping the game last night.

It’s just that, they’ve got to come see the BABEE!

2 Responses to “You’ve got to see the babee”

1. Jamie Hergott Says:
   September 10th, 2009 at 3:19 pm

   Haha, I love this CJ!

2. Sharon Fate Says:
   September 10th, 2009 at 9:27 pm

   You are in trouble, first comes plants, then animals then babies! xx00

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