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March 27, 2002

OMG

OH. MY. GOD. Part I
Quinn and I stopped at my mom's house, where she is hosting her card club for lunch. All the women seated around the table (most of whom I've known my whole life) clucked and cooed over Quinn. It was all very sweet until I heard one exchange from the far end of the table:
"How old is she?"
"Five months, I think."
"She's BIG for five months!"
"Well, Amy's big, and so is Andy."

*NICE*!!!!

OH. MY. GOD. Part II
I just got Quinn to fall asleep for her afternoon napper, and as I was tiptoeing out of the room, I heard the jarring, clanky sounds of...live guitar? No, I thought...I must be mistaken. I looked out the window, and sure enough our 17-year old neighbor boy is outside on his front lawn VIDEOTAPING his friend playing guitar. ELECTRIC guitar.

I'm sorry. Perhaps you didn't hear me.

VIDEOTAPING. HIS. FRIEND. Playing guitar.

If this wakes Quinn up, I'm going to raise some ruckus of my own!

Posted by Amy at March 27, 2002 2:59 AM

Comments

Oh. Jesus. Christ. On. A. Cross.I am speechless. My grandmother says that she no longer needs to waste time choosing her words carefully.But, still ... I think Quinn is just precious and perfect and NEVER TELL HER THAT THEY SAID THAT. She'll carry it with her ... I think ... ummm ... I have issues of my own. I'm going to sit in my Fat Girl corner now.: - )

Posted by: Erin at March 27, 2002 3:33 AM

Oh. My. God. Some people just don't think before they speak. (My Grandmother does that all the time!)When TLC was 5 months old, we (finally) had her christened. The priest who was wearing a microphone stops in front of our daughter and asks "HOW old is she? Wow. She's big!" Um, yeah, thanks. (She WAS a very chubby baby, so was I come to think of it...)

Posted by: Kelli at March 28, 2002 7:03 AM

My grandma (aka: mo-mo) got the same way in her final years.*She could be downright evil at times.*I would just laugh it off.*It was either that or slink away and cry.

Posted by: Maggie at March 29, 2002 8:24 AM

Who are these awful people? Shall I come kick their asses for you? Putting on my ass-kicking boots...

Posted by: Robyn at March 29, 2002 8:35 AM

Hey there Amy... I admit I thought you were overreacting at first (she *is* a large healthy baby after all) but now that I see your family is continuing to harass poor Quinn about her weight, I offer the following scientific fact:Myelin is the gooey sheath surrounding each of your neurons, akin to the insulation covering a piece of wire, and serves the same function as insulation. It is composed almost entirely of FAT, including a good helping of everybody's favorite CHOLESTEROL. (Oh no!) Babies' neurons are almost completely UN-myelinated when they are born. So the more fat you can feed a baby in its first year, the better for its neurological health. Remind your mother that she certainly doesn't want Quinn to develop epilepsy or MS later on down the line, now does she?And remember, if you can't Stun Them with Science, your only recourse is to Baffle Them with BS. :)

Posted by: Alyssa at April 1, 2002 7:19 AM

Well, in all fairness to my mom, she's never made any comments about Quinn's chubbiness. Just a member of her card club and...another distant relative, who shall remain nameless! :-)

Posted by: Amy at April 1, 2002 8:18 AM

I absolutely cannot stand this. I still have people tell me that my son is so BIG for his age. He is now seven years old and a perfect size. He is tall and big boned just like the rest of the family but he is not even close to being overweight. People just don't think about the affects their little snide comments have on the child they are making the comment about. My son already believes he is fat and it just makes me sick. I heard comments like this all of my life and it did affect my self-esteem. I want to just knock their eyes right through their sockets when I hear this comment.

Posted by: Joy at April 2, 2002 2:44 AM