Disclaimer: Blogger may be completely biased by affection and grandmotherly brainwashing. However, the accounts of accosting in the grocery store are utterly true.
Going anywhere with the baby is a full and conscious resignation on my part of flying under the radar and blending in. So what if I'm having a bad hair day, I haven't shaved my legs, and all I have on is this worn-out dress and a pair of flip-flops because I wasn't expecting to be out-and-about today?
Nope, everyone and their dog stops to comment on, pet, and coddle him. I can't tell you how many times people have told me "he needs to be in pictures" and "look at those eyes." Though I know he's not very photogenic.
God love him. Some day he'll get hair.
Okay, so he's still pretty cute. But you have to see the cuteness to believe it.