Visiting the Doctor

After our triumph at the pediatrician's yesterday, Otter and I decided to ride the wave of doctor good fortune and finally visit the Dr. Phil offices. It was an impromptu decision, inspired by the fact that SB was completely zonked out in the car and driving somewhere was easier than actually taking her out of the car seat.

In the past, when I was still child-free and people brought their offspring to show off to their co-workers, I was always confused as to the proper reaction. As the gaggle of squealing women made their way down the hallway, surrounding mother and child in an impenetrable human wall, I never knew if I should join in, or save that extra bit of oxygen for mother and child by not adding myself to the masses. Well, being on the receiving end is even crazier.

It was so nice to bask in the glow of baby attention. Our progress through the hall was slow, as we stopped to talk and be admired by friends and coworkers. Otter got petted, carried around and ooohed over by more people than she's probably seen in her whole life. Mostly people said "She's so small!" to which we took some offense, since we had just triumphantly surpassed 10 lbs. One woman mistook us for the wife and child of our friend Del, who had just had a boy a month ago.

It felt a bit like hosting a party, where you don't have enough time to talk to any of the guests. Time flies by, and suddenly you realize that you've spent 2 hours flitting about, and you could really use some food. And a drink. So we made our way home.

But I think all this attention has gone to SB's head just a bit. Today she's insisting we go to her Dad's job. She heard Hef might be auditioning a new set of girlfriends, and frankly, she thinks she has more than a fighting chance.

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