Baby Magnets

Babies are magnets to strange and bizarre people. Here is the latest encounters with Emma.

While dropping Preston off at school for the very first time after having Emma a Middle eastern woman who's son is in another class and I have never seen before came up to and the conversation went like this

SBW (strange bizarre woman) - who's baby is that?
Me - Mine
SBW - How old is she? (never really looking at her, just me)
Me - 3 weeks
SBW - But you were never pregnant.
Me - Yep I was, and I gave birth and here she is

They lady still looks at me every time I walk Preston to his class. She thinks I took her or something. I just smile and keep walking.

Now for the strange and bizarre man at Costco.

Emma was sitting in her car seat in the front of the basket and the boys were walking next to me. She was asleep the whole trip but woke up as I was paying and started to cry. I promised the boys if they were good we would have lunch. (I love spending $3.00 on lunch for 2 kids). I stood in line for about 1 minute order, sat the boys down with their pizza and went to get the drinks. Mind you Emma is still crying and wants to be picked up. While getting our drink and middle aged white man taps me on the shoulder and says, "your baby is crying and you need to go take care of her." I reply, "are you kidding me, what do you want me to do? I am getting drinks and then I will. Babies cry and its okay. Apparently you don't have children." He then says if you don't stop the crying I am going to call the cops." I am in full laughing mode now with about 20 hungry hot dog eatin' people in line watching me and listening to the crying. I reply " Call, I welcome them!"

Why do I have to be alone when this stuff happens. Where are my bold friends or my 6' 4" husband with no control of his mouth around stupid people. Why does this only happen when you just had a baby?

Something of this sort happened when I had Harrison, at the same Costco food Court. Although I was with Kristin, and some how I had a lot more courage then. We were eating at a table with our children, both newborns in their car seats, in the baskets next to our table. When an older women who did not speak English came and moved our baskets with our kids in them and replaced it with her basket of food. She argued with us that she need to keep an eye on her basket of food. Needless to say Kristin and I explained how important it was not to touch other people's babies. I believe the conversation went on for about 10 minutes, not pretty!