I remember well when we first brought Little Prince home almost five years ago. He was so little and cute. We were skinny and naive. I had taken all the parenting classes and was fairly confident about the how-tos of babyhood. I could extrapolate for hours about the benefits of listening to Mozart in the womb, was eloquent about the pros and cons of pacifiers, and could describe in detail the proper way to breast feed.
But mostly LP just slept. And I was bored.
I would sit and stare at him, waiting for him to wake up so that I would have something to do. By the time My Man came home, I was frantic for adult conversation. And also for a sounding board to my thousands of questions:
"LP slept 21 hours today. Is that normal? Too much? Too little?"
"He wants to nurse every half hour all morning, and then goes four hours in the afternoon. Should I be worried?"
"His poo was slightly green today. Do you think it was all that broccoli casserole I ate, or is he sick?"
And then one day I HAD IT.
"HUN - " I announced when My Man waltzed in. (More like sauntered, really. He's not much of a waltzer. Sorry, hun, it's true.)
"HUN - I have the GREATEST IDEA. All the women in the world should make, like, this huge NETWORK. And we could TALK together. And CONSULT with one another. And COMFORT one another. And it would be AWESOME."
Whaddya think? Did I have a great idea or what? I should be a millionaire.