So, apparently, I can blog while I am at work as long as I do it from my iPad. I think that is wired considering I am still using the company network, but I will take what I can get.
My LoLo is now 4 and obsessed with declaring his big boy status. Suga Booga is a little over 1 and has major attitude for someone who wants to kiss and cuddle ALL the time. Things with Husband are good and despite a disdain for my job and the constant critiques of my dear sweet Mother, life is going pretty good for me.
Life is also good for Tia Mowery who gave birth last year to her son Cree. She and her husband did what most new parents do and took so many pictures that the boy is probably still seeing spots. She also posted some pictures for her nosy, albeit loving fans. The problem is that there are haters in every group and some jerks have stooped so low as to call her precious bundle "ugly".
What!?! What would give someone the nerve to even write that is beyond me. First of all, he is not ugly, he looks like virtual out babies - confused. Confused about all the fuss and probably in the mood for a nap. I am not sure anyone who just made an appearance into only to be greeted by the power of flashbulbs from professional photographers would look any less startled. Under those conditions, he looks spectacular because he is not crying. I would be crying - a lot.
It is also not okay to ever tell a mother that her child is ugly. Ever! I would not even tell the mother of a grown man that her child is ugly. That is her child and she worked hard for the pressure of considering that child to be the most beautiful person ever to see daylight. It is one of the few perks of parenthood - total and sometime irrational bias. It is not to be messed with unless that child's life is in danger.
Tia's baby hoy is by no means ugly. He is quite cute and she will love him no matter what anyone says, but for the record I have seen an ugly baby. It was back when I worked retail and I promise you that the this child was so striking in appearance that the only thing that I could thing to say was, "(using my sugary sweet high pitched work voice) Oh you're right. That is a baby." I congratulated the mom and excused myself. Never once did I comment about that baby to anyone there. It is not my place to break a mothers heart because of my shallow socially constructed Gerber endorsed definition of what constitutes a beautiful baby.
Picking on a kid is wrong. Picking on a kid in front of his mom makes you a jerk. But a mom who puts that jerk in his place is considered a hero.
Remember that!
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