The Cutest Baby Ever Quotes

My second baby was a girl. Cutest thing you ever did see. He was happy with a girl. His first born. He liked havin’ a girl. He fell in love with her and played with her and praised her every move. Seem to me that men only happy with the female sex when we just girls. They want us to stay girls because they don’t like grown women.

Dan : "Greg was whistling. Whistling ! And giving their little gnome a bath. Cutest fucking baby I've ever seen.

Look at what we got!” he exclaimed proudly. His two-and-a-half-year-old daughter stood in a ballerina dress holding a tiny little animal. A pig, actually. A pig? Her name was Miss Sprinkles. It was the cutest thing I’ve ever seen. “Is that real?” I asked. “Sure,” said Chad. “My wife’s mom bred them. There are more. I’m sure she’d give you one.” “Well…” “They’re miniatures. They only grow to be twenty pounds. They potty-train. They are so easy.” “Potty-train?” Long story short--I ended up getting one for Angel. I suggested we name her Hammy Wynette. Angel picked Roxie instead. When she’s bad, it’s Baby Bacon. People tell you that pigs are the fourth-smartest mammal, that they’re affectionate and easy to live with. But what they don’t say is that they squeal as loud as a freight train when they are little. What do you do when life isn’t crazy enough? Get a pig!

I’m trying to bang out some code for a client while Hazel is taking her morning nap. She’s in her crib right now, sleeping butts-up coconut.” I chuckle. “I’m afraid to ask.” “That’s what Hannah calls it when Hazel’s sleeping with her bottom straight in the air. She smashes her cheek into the mattress and curls her little legs up underneath her, and points her butt straight up. It’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” “Send me a pic.” “Reed, Hazel is my baby.” I laugh. “I want to see.” “Are you drunk?” “I’m just in a good mood. Now, send me a fucking photo of your baby doing butts up coconut before I beat your scrawny ass. My time is valuable, man. I don’t beg.” He laughs. My phone pings. “I sent it.” “Aw. You’re right. That is adorable.

I was glad Nutkin was a red squirrel, because I wouldn’t have liked for Greta and me to have to hoe up our yards, looking for buried acorns. We would have done it, though. We would have done anything for Nutkin. She was the cutest baby animal I ever saw, and both of us had fallen in love with her.

Bernadette, who we called Bernie, was the cutest baby to ever baby.