We played with the baby. We fed him sweet potatoes. We tried to give him milk, which he didn't really like since we never warmed it. Oops. Future parenting tip number one.
We took the baby for a walk in Central Park to get out of the apartment and enjoy the nice weather. We commented to one another how we were on our way to be very good pseudo-faux-parents.
As we walked down the sidewalk and through the park, we noticed something.
We unintentionally joined "the club", a secret unofficial organization that I never knew existed until toting around a baby. We were granted access into the "mommy and daddy club". Apparently, one of membership requirements included pushing a carriage down the street and, in our case, posing as parents.
Nannies nodded their heads when we passed, and moms assessed my post-baby bod. Dads glanced sideways to size up the brand, model, and swivel capabilities of our stroller. Totally new.
People moved out of the way for us and most of them smiled as they passed. I got looks that said "how sweet" and "so cute" as Ben and I strolled arm-in-arm and pushed the stroller. Also, totally new... and, totally awesome.
I began to think of all of the possibilities that the mom and dad club offered - seats on crowded subways and buses, getting whisked to first in line for the bathroom, 'oohs' and 'aahs' all day long from strangers. A baby could really help me out in the city.
But, like most things, babysitting the sweetest little guy was nice for one day. But, everyday and all day? We're not quite there yet. Luckily, our membership to the club wasn't revoked, per se, just put on hold for the next couple of years. And, that's totally fine with me.
We'll just stick to babysitting for now.
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Happy Easter from Italy
Sebastian and Megan
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