Okay, so I don’t want to be a Brag Hag. You know, those moms that boast and brag about their wonderful perfect children so much that they ultimately get black-balled from mom’s groups and play dates. Oh yes, they do. They just don’t know it.
All moms have a little Brag Hag in them, especially moms of children under 1 years old. There are just so many milestones during that precious first year. And let’s face it – babies are just so freaking cute!!!! I really don’t want to be one of those women, but right now I can’t resist my inner Brag Hag. She’s taken over my keyboard.
This weekend, Dr. McCutiePants and I went on a date. Gasp! Yes, we actually did. It had been a month, which sadly isn’t so long for us. We didn’t go on our first date after Muffin was born until he was about 7 months old. Anyways, back to the story. We were sitting on this nice patio enjoying our lunch when Madam Poopsalot began to cry. Oh yeah, did I mention that our “dates” are with baby still? Kind of a bummer, but she’s just too young to leave with a babysitter still. Especially when you consider that the babysitter also has her hands full with Monster – er, I mean Muffin. Anyways, Madam Poopsalot began to cry and so Dr. McCutiePants took her out of her stroller and began bouncing her on his knee while we finished our lunch. Well, as soon as she came out for all to see, we had a line of people coming up to us commenting on what a cute baby she was. One woman who had just entered the restaurant b-lined it to our table and said, “Wow, she is so cute. I haven’t seen a baby that cute in a very long time!” Oh yeah, I was beaming. Proud Mamma. Why? It’s not like she got up and started walking at her tender age of 4 months (3 months adjusted!). It’s not like she opened her mouth and suddenly started talking. No, she just sat there, bouncing on her father’s knee, looking like the cutest sweetest baby that anyone has ever seen. Ever. Crooked head and all.
Okay, okay. Full disclosure. Her Friar Tuck ring of hair was hidden as she leaned against her daddy. So what. Still counts! Tee hee!
