(Playing with bubbles this afternoon)
Dylan and I attended Mother Goose story hour at the library this morning for the first time. This session is for babies 14 months and under, so Dylan is the oldest--he'll be 15 months tomorrow. The toddler session is full so Miss Linda the librarian said we could attend this morning and Dylan seemed to not care too much that he was hanging out with the 11-month-olds.
Mother Goose hour is a lot of singing and clapping and dancing and reading. Dylan had a blast. My favorite part was the mothers. They were talking about their little ones' milestones: cutting teeth, bumping heads, sleep training, and the like. I don't think they liked me very much. They would ask, "What time does your son wake up?" and I would answer, "Ten o'clock." which was followed by all sorts of questions about Dylan's sleeping patterns. When does he nap? When does he go to sleep? Etc. Etc.
One mother made a comment about how skinny he is compared to her boy and then made mention of how it must be because I am so skinny. "Look at you! How do you keep up THAT body?!" Ugh. I don't. I'm just annoyingly skinny and my kid likes to sleep in late. And it continued. "You're STILL breastfeeding?! Impressive!" Oh, they hated me.
I joke, though, they were quite nice.
At the end of Mother Goose hour, one of the moms told a story about how she left her two year old alone watching TV while she took a shower and came out to find him watching porn. She said, "I yelled at my husband: IF YOU'RE GOING TO WATCH PORN AT NIGHT, DO NOT LEAVE IT OUT FOR OUR SON TO FIND!" Oh man. I nearly fell over with laughter.
I left story hour with a very tired and happy son, and the strong desire to go back next time to hear more of these scandalous stories.