Work it baby, everybody’s working for the weekend!

I think one of our Baby Friends is channeling the late great Gary Coleman.  Watchew talkin bout, Willis?

Ah, the good ol days when we were happy livin in a box, a cardboard box.

Everyone at CuteBabyFix.com has had the flu this week, and when we first checked out ManBabies.com we thought we were still hallucinating.  Turns out those folks have a really kooky sense of humor that we just can’t get enough of!

GET MORE AT ManBabies.com!

What do you do in the summertime, when all the world is green?  Do you swim in a pool, to keep yourself cool, or swing in a tree up high?
Is that what you do CharlotteSpeaks? So do I!

I hear what you’re preaching baby!

Poor Natalie – she’s caught a bad case of Stephen Tyler Syndrome!  There’s no cure, but put her together with Run-DMC, and you’ve got a great 80′s reunion concert, Erica!

“Walk This Way” is one of the few songs that breaks the rule that music, like candy, is better when you remove the rapper.  Amen to that, Reverend Run!

Update: It just doesn’t get any more 80′stastic that Stephen Tyler smashing a hole in the wall with his scarf-covered mic stand!

You are getting very sleepy, Brittany. Look into my eyes.  On the count of three, you will put all of your animal crackers on my plate.  And oh yeah, quack like a duck.

Gabriella’s story:

“On vacation in Florida my daughter had developed an intolerance to US baby formula. We arranged for some to be couriered from the UK but it has been detained in Memphis (I guess customs were interested in 2kg of white powder being delivered by FedEx) so she’s starting to get hungry..”

I’d order a pizza, Conorwithonen!

The winner of our  Baby Whisperers contest is Japan by a landslide, with 75% of the votes.  SO in tribute to our kawaii friends, here’s a very touching moment featuring a Japanese baby:

And as a consolation prize for everyone rooting for USA, Shaun will be your little baby!

Thinning hair’s not a problem anymore, baby!  Just spray on some GLH, and you’re good to go, Praziquantel!

used to think maybe you loved me now baby I’m sure
And I just can’t wait till the day when you knock on my door
Now every time I go for the mailbox, gotta hold myself down
Cos I just can’t wait till you write me you’re coming around

I’m walking on sunshine , wooah
I’m walking on sunshine, wooooah
I’m walking on sunshine, woooooah
and don’t it feel good, Barbara?