Christina Montoya Fiedler: I took Joe to the grocery store for the first time today. He looked adorable in a bright orange romper and a floppy hat - - all smiles. There was so much to look at, and reach and grab for, in every isle. We weren't there for long before the first person stopped us to fawn over him. He was eating it up. It's almost like he knew how cute he looked -- batting his eyelashes, waving, burying his head on me like a bashful little puppy. And then it dawned on me. My son is a chick magnet.
At least six out of the eight people that stopped to say "hi" were really good looking ladies. You could even classify them as "hot." Yes, I do live in Los Angeles, where everyone is generally good looking, but Joe has an uncanny ability to drawn in some real lookers.
I'm not the first person to notice this either. I was at a Mexican restaurant* last week with my husband and two of his most notorious single friends. Waitresses were all over my baby - pinching cheeks and making gaga faces between refills of my diet coke. I could see the wheels in their heads turning. And then it came. "Hey Christina, could we, uh, 'borrow' Joe and take him to the park for a few hours?" They wanted to rent out my son to pick up on girls! Hmmmm. A lucrative business. No way!
His cuteness if reserved for me.
I'm sure other new moms have experienced this as well. After all, my baby is not the only bright-eyed, floppy-haired cherub out there. There is such a sense of pride and pure joy, when someone stops you just to say how cute your little one is -- like all the frustration of sleepless nights and tear-filled days melt away.
So, when I'm having a hard day, I sit and just bask in the glow of mama-hood. An instant pick-me-up that reminds me of why I do what I do everyday: waking up at the slightest noise in the night, forgoing my morning coffee to give him his bottle first, changing diaper after diaper -- all for that toothless smile.
*It was and Sunday and therefore my "cheat day" on the 5 Factor Diet. Don't worry.
|Christina Montoya Fiedler resides in Los Angeles, CA, with husband Andy and her son Joseph. She juggles baby and work from home as a freelance publicist and attributes her strong love for life and sense of humor to her loving familia.|