Everywhere we go, people point us out. At the mall and the market and the grocery store, they stop in their tracks, elbow their friends, smile in our direction, laugh with delight. Everyone loves us.
Actually, since people don’t point and whisper when I’m alone (unless it’s behind my back), I’ll have to give most of the credit to Ruby. She is a pretty freaking cute baby to begin with, and when she’s riding joey-style in my sling, with just her big head and the odd arm poking out… well, we can’t be beat.
For the most part, I ignore the adoration. Part of me is just plain anti-social, but most of me wants to send a message. It is perfectly normal for a ruggedly handsome man to be walking around the grocery store in the middle of the day with an adorable baby. We are just doing our thing. We’re not showing off, and this certainly isn’t a rare exception while we give Mom a much-needed day off. This is just our ordinary, fabulous life.
However, and despite my brusque demeanor, let me just say to all our passing fans: I’m glad we make you smile. I think Ruby’s cute, too, and I can’t stop staring at her either.