Steve has pointed out many a time, how old I will be when Charles starts HS...I did, in fact, feel a little out of place tonight. He was the ONLY baby there. He behaved well and all but it was NOT elementary school where a few people ALWAYS have a baby, nope, I was the ONLY one with a baby. The thought of pretending I was a senior and this was a teen pregnancy and Steve was, perhaps, my dad crossed my mind--but who am I kidding. I may FEEL great for a 43 yr. old who just had a baby--but I'm sure I'd never pass as playing the part of a teenager.
Charles was a little fussy the first few classes then he fell asleep for the next couple of classes but then we hit the class in which Caleb had trouble today and ugggh. The teacher is probably thinking that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.
First the two women on either side of us could not stop cooing at the baby which must have been distracting for the teacher who was talking to the rest of the 'class' (class of parents). Then he er'h'm shall we say 'tooted'/passed gas/ let one loose/ok--he farted, quite loudly. That attracted the attention of people 2-3 seats over--who also thought it was cute and chuckled. Luckily someone else's cell phone rang to divert the attention momentarily. Then Charles started cooing and 'ah-goo' ing at daddy who was sitting behind me--in the back row where we all deserved to be banished anyway. Then, the piece de la resistance I felt the warmth of the baby...too much warmth...uh, Charles had a wardrobe malfunction. We probably should have just slipped out when the teacher was finished but baby brain and all, Steve (with Charles and I in tow) marched right up to the teacher to introduce ourselves like responsible parents--I'm sure she wasn't buying it. It could have been worse (but not much), we could have been sitting in the front row where Caleb had spent the day. LOL
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