Friday, January 15, 2010

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?"

21 comments:

  1. That's really funny to read about, but if that was me it would definitely be a 9 or 10 on my embarrassment scale!
    So, did you ever go back to the library and see the cute librarian again?

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  2. what is this blog rated now, are you trying to loose your "G" rating?

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  3. Yikes, that would totally floor me too.
    My daughter goes through random obsessions about that topic. Which can be somewhat embarrassing at times.

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  4. Holy public indecency Mama!!!! That is too funny. However, it makes me wonder what ranks 9 and 10? You MUST share! ;)

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  5. WOW, wow WOW. It must not have been a cold day, or surely you'd have felt a breeze!!

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  6. I would die. Just lay down and die. Ava has a fascination with "the girls" as well...but she has a funny name for them...chickens. So when we're out, and she's in the top part of the cart, she makes comments about my "chickens" much like your James did. Thankfully, chickens is a pretty discreet term, so I don't think anyone's caught on yet ;)

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  7. Oh....I would have NEVER gone back!!! I would have rather died a torturous death than go through that!

    I was embarrassed enough when my sweet boy sat on my lap at church(during prayer mind you) and said loud enough for others to hear(twice...though I tried to muzzle him with my hand...desperately)" I want to see your..." yep...those. Why do nursed children have no shame?! And why do people in the pew behind you have to snicker audibly...can't they just...pretend?!

    Glad to know that I do not have the only children who are fascinated by "the girls" ;-)

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  8. I say, "If you've got em', flaunt em'!" He, he, he.

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  9. I just died a little inside on your behalf. Bless your heart! How funny!

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  10. Oh my. I would NEVER go back the library ever again. WOW! That would rank up there as about a 15 for me! And you are sooo brave to share with us! The worst I ever did in a nursing/new baby stupor was go to the grocery store with no shoes on. In February. :)

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  11. Yikes! I've had two buttons undone before, but never the whole shirt!

    You're blog is wonderful! I can't wait to read more!

    Sarah

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  12. I almost spit my drink at the screen when I read this... But do tell, what would be a 9 or 10 on your embarrassment scale?

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  13. ROFLOL! Too funny! As a nursing mom, I can just picture everything you have described! I know I have gone through many days, out in public, with my clothes "fixed" but underneath I had a side unlatched and later noticed by looking in a mirror that I'd been going around lopsided--and I'd been out all afternoon running errands! ;)

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  14. Well, Jill - She's definitely got 'em! LOL!!!!

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  15. How funny. Christopher is obsessed with my girls. Have not (knock on wood) had any embarassing moments.

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  16. Oh, P.S. - I think a 10 would have been if your nursing bra had been undone.

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  17. Oh my... I don't think I'd ever go back there... :)I've had a few embarrasing times when nursing, but that does beat it!

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  18. oh yikes how embarrassing (and funny:)!!

    I could totally see how a mom could get so distracted as to not notice this. Just for fun, tell us some #9 and #10 embarrassing stories. Just teasing!

    Trixie

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  19. Wow! and Wow! for each girl! Wendy, I must say, this particular blog recieved the MOST comments I've EVER seen on here!
    I hope you and R had a great playdate and missed you gals. (Not your Girls!)

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  20. OH HONEY!! I just found your delightful site through our mutual friend Jayme over at Tales from the Coop Keeper. Loving it!!! Thankyou for sharing your 8 with us, you brave sweet soul! May I share mine?

    I have 3 darlingest children. All grown and still darlingest. When they were 5, 4 and 6 months I took them on a train trip from El Paso, TX to Chicago. Hubby was in Army and had to stay behind to protect and serve.

    Babyboy was still nursing. I chose to seat us all just outside the bathroom so the olders could come and go on their own. It's the middle of the night and babyboy is fussy. I pulled him over to me and started to feed him, covering my front with the ever-present blankie. I doze off and jolt awake-who knows how long later-and where's babyboy?? Oh, not to panic, I put him back on the seat beside me and he's asleep again. I close my eyes and start to drift back off. Hmmm, kind of drafty in here. Feeling a little breeze in the front. So I wake up enough to look down at myself and voila! There's the sisters!! Blanket's gone. Shirt's up under my chin! They're swaying to the gentle beat of the tracks. And did I mention that since we're just outside the bathroom, the lovely Amtrack designers have put a handy overhead VERY bright light? So all of us, sisters too, can't be missed??!!

    I think I'd rate that an 8 also. You don't want to know my 10.

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