Chalk this up to paranoia, delusions of gradeur, narcissism, or a little of everything, but I swear, everywhere I go people are staring at me. Or pointing. Or smiling. Or whispering to one another.
Why is this?
At first I assumed it was because I was drop dead gorgeous {in my dreams} but I finally figured out it was because of the blue eyed baby on my hip: Everett.
Every time we go out in public we cause a scene. Head nods, admiring glances, or even the occasional conversation is started about how damn cute my son is. It is like hanging out with a rock star. No one is really looking at me; they want to talk to the little person strapped to my body.
I don’t blame them. I look at my son dozens of times a day and think “Wow. This kid is gorgeous. He is adorable. I can’t believe he is mine. I am SO LUCKY.”
My first son was cute, but I’m going to be honest and say the reactions in public just weren’t the same. I got comments and looks, but not like this. I make sure I always look presentable when I go out with Everett because I know people are looking. Alone I am invisible.
I do miss when I could just walk out the door with little to no make-up wearing wrinkled jeans and a t-shirt with a spit up stain on it. Oh no…. now I make sure I at least have on base, mascara, blush, and lipstick at all times. And leave without a shower? Never!
I’ll leave you with some photographic evidence of my son’s rock stardom. Pictures can’t convey the way he flirts with others. He will grin with a HUGE smile and nose crinkle, then bury his face into my chest for a moment. Then he looks back at them and starts it all again.
One day those cherubic cheeks will thin, those chunky thighs will turn to muscle, and his tiny chubby feet will elongate and occupy a pair of stinky abused Converse. For now he is my baby Rock Star.
I feel the same way about my daughter. She gets so many compliments and has an adoring fan base everywhere we go- at the age of 1.5! She is my first and I keep saying that I can’t have more because there is no way I will get so lucky to have 2 gorgeous children. 😉 I’m going to have to work to balance all of the compliments to her appearance with compliments to her effort, intelligence, etc because this child is sure to be well aware of how beautiful she is :P.
If you haven’t already I highly recommend reading “Cinderella Ate My Daughter.” It does touch on that aspect of having a beautiful daughter; complimenting them not just on their appearance when they look nice, but also when they are sweaty and dirty after playing sports or have on no makeup, etc. And of course not focusing on complimenting appearances only but also their intelligence etc. I don’t have any girls but I read the book anyways. I liked it more for the marketing aspect and how companies pinkify things to appeal to girls. Really good book!
I wonder if the chunk factor makes him more appealing than Fletcher when he was that age? I’m drawn to chunky babies for sure. They look a lot alike and are both cutie pies! Aren’t we all invisible without our babies? Seems to be a pretty consistent case with me. If I’m seen without the child, I’m asked where the child is. Who cares about me….
It is the chunk, plus the blue eyes and light blonde hair (I’m thinking). Feature wise they look the same but those subtle differences have just made him more “baby” like I guess! And Fletcher never smiled at people!
I love the bright blue eyes! And it sure does make a difference when they smile at people. People just can’t resist a smiling baby:)