On the Embarassement Scale, this one was an 8.

Monday night James and I went to the store alone. We had to hurry though to pick up Abbie from Heritage Girls. I was trying to fly through the store and get out of there in a hurry. James was sitting in the top part of the buggy and he was as happy as a clam. But you see, James has a fascination with my, um, my girls, shall we say. He seems especially fascinated with them whenever we are out in public. Of course.

Well, we are walking through the store and he starts grabbing them and saying, "Why is your chest so big Mommy? What is in them? Why do they move Mommy?" Seriously. I wish I were making it up. The more I would shush him the louder he would talk. I finally had to make him put his hands in his coat and give him the warning about going to the car if he did not stop talking about my chest. I wish I could say this is the embarrassing part. This incident is only about a 2 on my scale.

I was telling Jill about this and she reminded me of the time when "the girls" and I were embarrassed many years earlier. This would the 8 incident.

Tyler was 17 months old when Matt was born. Needless to say we did not go anywhere without Daddy or Nana until Matt was about 3 months old. My first public outing with both of them was to the local library. I had my double stroller, my two diaper bags (I know, what was I thinking?) and had the boys all dressed up in their matching clothes. We arrived at the library and I decided to nurse Matt one more time before we went into the library. I sat in the front seat, nursed him, and got them all loaded up in the stroller.

There is one thing I need to tell you about this library. There was a young good-looking librarian who worked there. He was cute, but I mean really people, I had Sweet Hubby at home so he meant absolutely nothing to me.

We go the children's section and spend an unbelievable amount of time there as Tyler tries to decide which Rescue Hero movie to get that week and we tried to go to the mom section, but of course Tyler wanted no of that so we just went to the desk to check out. The cute young librarian comes over, and no kidding ya'll, he could not stop staring at me. I mean really staring. And smiling. And being extremely nice and flirty.

So I am thinking, "You go MamaHen. You just had a baby and you still got it going on!" I have to admit I smiled back. I mean, I couldn't be rude, could I? MamaHen had her groove back. He just kept on chit-chatting with me and smiling. I walked out of that library feeling like a million bucks. I could not wait to call Mark and tell him what had happened. I could not wait to tell ANYONE what had happened.

I loaded everyone into our little Ford Taurus, sat down in the driver's seat, and looked down.

I had went into the library with my shirt unbuttoned. Down waaaay past my bra unbuttoned. Where you could plainly see my bra. With three month old nursing girls hanging out for all the world (and the librarian to see). And that is why he was staring at me. He must have thought I was really bad off for attention.

And that my friends is an example of an 8 on my embarrassment scale. Can you even imagine what a 9 or 10 is?

***Edited to add: I was wearing a bra of course, a big ole ugly nursing bra. Just wanted to make that clear. And Rachel, I have no idea why I did not notice, except that I was just so distracted by having two by myself for the first time. But what I wonder about is, "WHY DID SOME OTHER WOMAN NOT COME AND TELL ME?"