This past weekend, the weather was perfect (high 80s, sunny) and friends from the Bay Area were in town to catch a few weekend spring training games. We got to meet our friend Suzanne’s adorable, three-month-old baby boy for the first time.
When we met for post-game drinks and food at Gordon Biersch, all the women in our group embraced the baby, doing the take-turns-holding-the-baby thing.
Later, I realized none of the men held – or even touched – the baby. We just sort of admired the little tyke safely from a distance.
Heh.
About time you updated your blog! 😉
Look, I have two kids and I still refuse to hold other people’s babies. You’re not alone, friend. Some people are naturals with babies, and others like us aren’t. Babies are pretty terrifying.
I’m with W. C. Fields on babies and pets. But also, I feel sorry for those poor helpless kids getting manhandled (womanhandled? peoplehandled?) so much. I’m sure that even when I was three months old I was muttering, “Come oooon, can’t you leave me a lone for just a few minutes?”