I Need to be Degaussed

Well, it's happened. I finally got a perfect day with Aidan. On Tuesday, he managed to keep it together ALL DAY. No meltdown, no tears, no flailink, kicking anger! Sweet. And yesterday, he *almost* made it... with only 15 minutes to go before Mom got home, he was really close... I think he gets credit though because it wasn't a full DEFCON 5. HE just cry-whined a little, and I walked him around to make him feel better.

But I digress. The title of this post reflects the fact that my son, my beautiful progeny, is TRULY a chick magnet. Mom and I went to the mall last Monday for some President's day goodness. After awhile, Aidan decided he'd rather be held than wheeled around...fine by me, I like that better anyway. So I picked him up and carried him into American Eagle. The magnetic effect was immediate and breathtaking. It's like the chick-dar detected an incoming baby and the masses swarmed. It couldn't have been more Pied Piper, honestly...there was a wet trail behind me as I led around the drooling clerks. And, for his part, Aidan was hamming it up.... using his best "I'm a cute baby? Me? Nooooo, it can't be true" incredulous and wide-eyed cute face to devestating effect. Even the chunky goth teenager I passes gave us an "awwww". That part was disturbing. But the rest was cool...and it can only get better. I can't wait until he can toddle around, and take stuff up to random people that I have to retrieve and return, telling him to wave "bye-bye". Of course, all of this was only possible since Mom was right behind me, thus proving I hadn't in fact stolen this child. So it's kind of a catch-22. I keed, I keed... but it is cool to have him fawned over, because in reality he is a cute kid....I know, I know, every parent thinks they have a cute baby, even the ones who to the outside world appear to have produced a misshapen potatoe with arms. But with him, it's true. He isn't in the least potatoe-like.