You're a Mom?

Yesterday we attended Baby Z's first birthday party at her home in Pasadena. During the party Baby M needed a diaper change and so I snuck off to the baby's room to change him. Baby M does not like to have his diaper changed. He screams, he squirms, he grabs at his diaper, he rolls over, he stands up. Diaper changes are always a struggle and I dread changing him away from home.

So I was battling Baby M on the changing table when two girls around 4 years old came into the room. "What are you doing?" they asked. "I'm changing his diaper." I replied wincing as Baby M's foot narrowly missed landing in a pile of poop. "Do you know him?" they asked skeptically. "Yes, he's my son." I answered as Baby M tried to backflip off the table. The girls looked at me incredulously and said, "YOU'RE A MOM?!"

At first I was flattered and assumed that in my new Joe's Jeans I looked too young and hip for these kids to think I was a mother. But on second consideration, they probably figured anyone so obviously incompetent at diaper changing could not possibly have a child. I can only hope that Baby M's aversion to diaper changes means that potty training will be a breeze.