yesterday we had the missionaries over for dinner. dane was getting tired and wanting to be held, so tommy was standing up, bouncing him and holding him facing out. after a few minutes i looked over and dane had just quietly fallen asleep with his head plopped sideways on tommy's arm. it was SO CUTE, let me tell you. and after the missionaries had left, tommy said, "i kept expecting the missionaries to say something about how cute dane was, especially when he fell asleep like that. . . . but then i realized that they didn't care."
and i laughed about that the rest of the night . . . because so did i! how could ANYONE not think that was the cutest thing they'd ever seen? but of course, they're just 19-year-old boys and totally not that interested in our baby. (unfathomable!)
it's kind of like what one of our friends told us--she said, "it's a good thing i'm married to chris because he's the only other person in the world who's as obsessed with our baby as i am. anyone else would get tired of me after a few hours."
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laughing so hard!!!
I was trying on holiday dresses and sweaters yesterday when the missionaries stopped by and they didn't compliment me either...but they were girls. oh missionaries.
It took me a year to realize that I was so obsessed with my own child more than anyone else would be. No one else cares about the stupid little things they do, and they never will. Good think we have husbands.
haha, i'm totally laughing too, because i do the exact same thing. the only other people who come close to the parents obsession is the grandparents.
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