Granted, um, she probably doesn’t read my blog. Still.
Today at the mega-store-which-shall-remain-unnamed (it was the closest place to buy printer ink), I saw a mom in the parking lot. She was parked next to me. I had Norah wrapped on my back. She was juggling two small children and leaning into her car to pull out an infant in a carseat carrier.
I commented on her adorable son who was wearing a superhero costume complete with cape. Very snazzy.
She commented on my wrap. Very clever.
I said something stupid like, “Looks like you could use one. Those things are so heavy to lug around.” Why? Why did I feel the need to say that? Why didn’t I go get a shopping cart for her instead? I had been working on babywearing pros all day in preparation for my Babywearing 101 class tonight and it warped my brain or something. I am sorry. I am an idiot.
If you see her, please tell her, ok?
Inexplicable Ways 
Gosh, I say that every day at Jennie G’s! Suzi’s carseat is, I think, the heaviest one ever.
i thought you meant the baby– in which case it sounded kind of silly and funny. regardless, maybe she will, instead of thinking you were blunt, say, “gosh, that lady at ******* with the kick-booty wrap was onto something; those baby buckets ARE heavy.” and this will lead her on a path to babywearing bliss. this from the queen of foot-in-mouth disease, moi. don’t sweat it, chickpea.
I feel like I gave momentum to the Mommy Wars. Meanwhile, maybe I would feel better if I stopped in for a visit with my friend Carey as I’m driving by her house this afternoon. Maybe she’ll be home.
woo-hoo! here i am!
WWAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! You both need to drive (again, Mrs. Carey) to VA!!!
Hey….get this: we might be heading to Clemson in April for a math conference!!! Oh….can I see you’s guys?