Hey blog world, what’s the haps? I’ve been busy at work, therefore kinda quiet over in these parts. But, I had to pop in to tell you about a conversation that I had in the office yesterday.
Hubs, LittleTDJ and I took some pics over the Christmas holiday, so I framed one pic of LittleTDJ and placed it on my desk at work. Folks had been gently teasing me for months since the last pic I had framed was from his dedication ceremony, October 2009. Yeah, yeah, I know. Zip it!
The pic is of a happy and smiling LittleTDJ, the same as my current facebook profile pic for any of ya’ll who are my buds over there. Insert random co-worker who seems to have a somewhat weird fascination with LittleTDJ. Let’s call her Dorothy. Why? Because she reminds me of Bea Arthur’s character, Dorothy, from the Golden Girls. So, prior to my pregnancy, Dorothy and I were barely on a “hi/bye” level. Once she found out that I was pregnant, she began stopping by my desk to chat and emailing me once a week “to check on your health”. Um, I’m fine. How are you? **sigh** She bought me a big ticket baby shower item and she’s constantly hovering to see pics of my dude. Hmmm. Ok. I tend to keep our convos short and brief, he’s great, he’s happy, getting big, blah blah blah. I know that random folks love babies and feel connected and happy just being around them. I get it, but Dorothy is a little um….extra.
Anyway, yesterday went like this:
Dorothy: Oh my gracious!! This is a new picture!
**clearly it is, so I remain silent**
Dorothy: Wow MrsTDJ, he is such a handsome little boy. I mean each picture and he keeps getting cuter and cuter.
Me: Thanks Dorothy. He’s a really great little guy and he brings us so much joy.
Dorothy: And his features, they’re just so…..so…..exquisite. I just can’t get over how beautiful he is.
**ok Dorothy, I get it. He’s cute. You’re starting to creep me out a little.**
Dorothy: You know, he favors you a little, but he really takes after your husband.
Me: Yup, he sure does. Two peas in a pod.
Dorothy: And since your husband is handsome, and then you add in your complexion, I’m almost speechless just looking at him.
**ok Dot, I’m gonna need you to cool your heels. I’m already creeped out and you’re getting ready to make me mad. You’re approaching a minefield and you seem completely oblivious**
Dorothy: I’ve just gotta say, over the years, I’ve seen some really cute black babies. But really, this little guy takes the cake.
**silence and hard stare**
Dorothy: Honestly? I think that blacks make much cuter babies than blacks. Even when the parents aren’t that attractive, you guys turn out the best babies.
So dear reader, how long have ya been reading your girl? Do you feel like you have a teeny inkling about your girl would react in this situation? What do you think I said and did in response to Dorothy? What would you have said and done?