Mommy Time

My friends Kate and Nicola came to visit me on Monday. Nicola's son, Raphael, is a week older than Eva, but I'd never met him because I couldn’t drive all the way to Pasadena by myself with the baby. It's two hours up and two hours back, and that's too much without someone sitting in the back to entertain her. It was good to see them finally. Her son is a little introvert, and the spitting image of his mama. Mine, on the other hand, took after her extroverted mother by crawling after her new playmate and invading his personal space. Poor kid. He never knew what hit him!

He has weaned himself off the breast already, and I found myself secretly wishing Eva would, then chastising myself for such selfish thoughts, when Nicola is wishing just the opposite. Nursing forces you to stop what you're doing, sit down and just hold the baby for awhile. Oh, the inconvenience! We're so busy these days that if it weren't for nursing, I doubt babies would get the one-on-one bonding time they need for their emotional development and security. And I cherish every moment of, I truly do. I just find myself looking forward to the days when I can eat a chocolate bar or drink Starbucks without wondering how buzzed Eva is going to get from it. And there's several cute tops I've had my eye on lately, but I stop myself from buying them because they'd be too difficult to nurse in. I’ve been looking more seriously at my wardrobe after a jesting comment my sister-in-law made about my pants looking “frumpy”. I’ve suggested that someone ought to submit my name for the TV Show “What Not To Wear”, so I can have $1000 for all new clothes! For that price, they can tease me all they want!