that parent

Sofia likes her bath. I like giving her baths. Here are pictures from last night. I can't pick a favorite, so here are all 12.













The other day when I went to the clinic for my 6-week follow-up, I stopped at the coffee shop in the lobby to get a hot cocoa. The lady asked how I was doing. I told her I was fine, but that I had just taken my baby to daycare that day for the first time. She asked how old my baby was. I told her. Then I proceeded to show her pictures in my phone of Sofia. The lady responded with, "Oh, cute."

Today when I was shopping for clothes (since I'm too small for my maternity clothes but still too fat for my regular clothes), the cashier asked what my new baby's name was (she knew I had just had a baby because I was talking to her about why I was there shopping for clothes). I told her, and then almost pulled out my phone to show her a picture. I stopped myself. I realize that I have become "that parent" who wants to show everyone, even strangers, pictures of her kid. People who will politely say, "oh, cute," but really won't care, and will secretly hope you will stop showing them pictures of your baby who they don't know and don't care about.

Oops.

The other day, I went to the grocery store. When I got back in the car, I noticed that I had messy hair and dried spit-up on my shoulder.

I'm "that parent" who looks like a slob and is too tired to care.

When I was putting Sofia's car seat in the back of my SUV the other day, I saw some sort of new minivan drive by. I actually thought to myself, "This would be easier if I had a minivan."

I'm not going to do it.