The Mama Thief

I may have mentioned it here before, but my baby loves the ladies. Stranger danger never kicked in with B. When he was smaller he'd fling himself out of my arms toward smiling ladies in the coffee shop. Now it's hi! hi! at a minimum, with a dimply little smile.

Oh my goodness, though. The mamas of the world are like catnip to this little baby. If there's a woman with a small child, the attraction is irresistible. My friend came to visit with her daughter, who would have been only 5 weeks younger than B had he been born at the end of July as scheduled. B planted himself at my friend's side, locked on laser beams, pasted a big adoring grin across his face - and then he waited. The minute my friend glanced over and made eye contact, B scrambled into her lap, practically face-palming her daughter out of the way, and cozied right on up with his hands cupping my friend's cheeks lovingly. I swear my friend's daughter started growling.

The same thing happens every time we take him out now. At the park over the summer he'd just make the rounds, stealing one baby's mother after another. Not once does he look back to see where A or I have gone or if we're watching, he's too busy working the room. The remarkable thing is that the moms never seem to mind. Oh, hello tiny person! Welcome to my lap. Let's adore each other. Pretty sure we could just drop him off and come back a half hour later without once being missed.