Seriously, I've never liked babies and I've spent my entire adult life avoiding them like the plague of death. Kids I like but babies should be kept at a distance and preferable out of my line-of-sight and of course earshot. I've even shunned family and good friends who had babies. "Talk to me when they are older" was my motto. I don't think this makes me a bad person even though some may disagree.

All that drooling/regurgitating, the odd-shaped head with the potential of being a Rogaine participant, the combinational smell of baby powder mixed with bodily fluids, and the usual snot-filled nose. For some thing so small they sure have a loud wallop. They can't even talk or communicate properly. Their facial expression or screams might be the same for desiring more breast milk from its prior host or making a pooh-dump in their baby drawers.

After finding out my wife was pregnant I noticed a swift change in this opinion. Maybe it's me or maybe babies actually got cuter when I wasn't paying attention.  I'm now making "goo-goo" noises and funny faces at the baby in front me while waiting to order my morning joe, asking friends and relatives if I can hold their baby and showing real interest when a coworker spouse shows up at work with baby in tow (old pet-peeve). I'm not 100% sure I had actually disliked babies at all in the first place. Perhaps it's due to the fact that they probably scare me more than I could ever scare them. All I saw before was this small thing that cries and might break if touched.

So be kind and patient to those out there who show no interest in your babe. Remember I was once a proud leader amongst their ranks.