A beautiful celebration of parenthood, now in a board book.
"I love to take my baby sailing," says the swan; “I love to sing songs with my baby,” says the wolf. See how different animals love and care for their young in this adorably illustrated board book that will warm the hearts of both parent and child.
"I’m French and studied fine and applied arts at Strasbourg University. I taught applied arts before becoming a freelance illustrator, first of all for editorial clients in Paris. When I moved to London in 2000 I developed my illustrations for children and since then have been working exclusively on children’s picture books.
If you’d like more information about my work, please drop me a line. I’m a member of the Association of Illustrators."
Sebastian Brown’s I Love My Baby is an intriguing manifesto of devotion, centered, of course, on me—the baby. As I reclined in my throne (read: swing) while this book was read to me, I couldn’t help but marvel at the depth of parental adoration captured within its pages. I’m flattered, truly, though I did find it slightly redundant. Did Brown really need 32 pages to say, “I love you”? The daily snuggles, diaper changes, and bottle service already clued me in.
The book’s poetic musings on sleepless nights and “tiny fingers and toes” are endearing, but let’s be honest—this is less about me and more about them. Sure, I appreciate being rocked at 3 a.m., but do they have to make it sound like such a Herculean effort? I mean, I’m the one doing the hard work here: eating, crying, pooping, and occasionally smiling on cue to maintain morale.
And those illustrations—soft and cozy, much like my favorite swaddle, though a tad idealistic. Where’s the depiction of me screaming mid-diaper change? Or my strategic spit-up that always seems to land on their cleanest shirt? These omissions make me question the book’s overall accuracy. Let’s not sugarcoat it, Sebastian: parenthood isn’t all “warm cuddles.” Sometimes, it’s dodging a stream of pee with ninja-like reflexes. (You’re welcome, Dad.)
Still, I applaud the effort to encapsulate my magnificence. The whole “I love you no matter what” vibe is comforting, though I can’t help but feel there’s an implicit clause: “But please, for the love of all things holy, sleep through the night.” I’ll consider it—eventually.
In conclusion, I Love My Baby is a solid read, though a bit one-sided. It’s high time someone writes I Am Your Baby and You’re Welcome, a proper ode to my brilliance. Until then, I’ll allow this book to remain in rotation—if only because I like hearing how amazing I am.