I signed up for a pre-natal breastfeeding class that took place at my hospital last night at 7pm. Since I work really close to the hospital - and I couldn't convince my baby daddy to come with me - I decided it would be easiest to go to the class straight from work. It was only once I was printing out the course information around 6pm that I realized I was supposed to bring a doll or stuffed animal to use during the class as a prop. Still not wanting to drive all the way home and then back to the hospital, I decided to stop in at the Target next to the hospital to purchase a new stuffed animal or doll.
My thought process was that I needed a prop that would actually be reused by my son, so I immediately ruled out any of those life-like girly dolls, which made up the majority of the selection at Target. I was left to decide between a variety of Disney character dolls and Sesame Street dolls. So many choices!
I ruled out Big Bird because I couldn't bring myself to fake-breastfeed a bird with a disturbingly long beak. Oscar the Grouch was too mean. Aladdin was out, too, because, well, he's too old. I had narrowed down my selection to a Handy Manny Disney doll - which to me looked like a cute little baby boy - and Cookie Monster. Thank God my girlfriend Erin (schoolteacher and baby-lover) happened to call at just the right moment. I explained my choices to her, and she immediately ruled out Handy Manny for me. She explained that although his show is wonderful for little kids, he is actually a grown man! Yikes. That left me with Cookie Monster, a choice that met with Erin's full approval.
Fast forward to my class, and the introduction of the students' various props. I was hoping that Cookie Monster would not draw too much attention - for pete's sake, other women had brought in stuffed chihuahuas and Care Bears - but, alas, no luck there. The teacher immediately called me out for bringing in Cookie Monster. Rather than get shy or embarrased, I simply repeated to the class what Erin had said to me - everyone likes a little milk with their cookies!
My thought process was that I needed a prop that would actually be reused by my son, so I immediately ruled out any of those life-like girly dolls, which made up the majority of the selection at Target. I was left to decide between a variety of Disney character dolls and Sesame Street dolls. So many choices!
I ruled out Big Bird because I couldn't bring myself to fake-breastfeed a bird with a disturbingly long beak. Oscar the Grouch was too mean. Aladdin was out, too, because, well, he's too old. I had narrowed down my selection to a Handy Manny Disney doll - which to me looked like a cute little baby boy - and Cookie Monster. Thank God my girlfriend Erin (schoolteacher and baby-lover) happened to call at just the right moment. I explained my choices to her, and she immediately ruled out Handy Manny for me. She explained that although his show is wonderful for little kids, he is actually a grown man! Yikes. That left me with Cookie Monster, a choice that met with Erin's full approval.
Fast forward to my class, and the introduction of the students' various props. I was hoping that Cookie Monster would not draw too much attention - for pete's sake, other women had brought in stuffed chihuahuas and Care Bears - but, alas, no luck there. The teacher immediately called me out for bringing in Cookie Monster. Rather than get shy or embarrased, I simply repeated to the class what Erin had said to me - everyone likes a little milk with their cookies!
3 comments:
Don't let Kevin know Bryan got out of going to the class...
Just AWESOME! I got a great laugh out of that one, Bridget...perfect choice! Just wait, "your milkshakes will bring all the boys to the yard!" xoxo
Do you get to see women's boobs at those classes?
When I was in Geneva on Saturday, I saw a women breastfeeding in the middle of a Sunglass Hut. She was breastfeeding and trying on shades at the a table. I stayed on the other side of the store and quickly left when I realized fully what was taking place.
People in Europe are weird.
PS - my word verification was "shitti". HAHA!
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