I don't know if you've ever spent much time with a baby.
I certainly had avoided them like the plague before I had one. I couldn't imagine what could be fun about them.
And now, now I have this three-month old boy in his crib, staring up at his mobile. There's an orange giraffe, a blue bird, and a raspberry colored monkey. They spin around in circles to Bach and Mozart.
He sees them every day.
And still, every time, he's all, "Holy shit! Would you look at this! Yippee! And there goes the monkey...wait, no, he's coming back again...and the bird! Wow!"
He laughs, he squeals, he wiggles in delight. He gets so excited he kicks his socks off.
He can't imagine it getting any better than this. And honestly, neither can I.