We just returned from Molly's "Boca Raton Debut." We had a fun weekend visiting her great-grandma and great-grandpa Ruth and Jack. They of course loved meeting her, and still think that the sun rises and sets on Henry.
A funny thing happened at the hotel every morning. I would bring her to the breakfast facing forward in the baby carrier, which I don't normally do (she faces inward sleeping most of the time). Every day she was literally accosted by women of a certain age. I barely had time to eat my breakfast, I was spending so much time answering questions about her. People were even shouting across the restaurant confirming information about her. "You were right Mortie, she is 11 weeks old!" This happened so many times it was almost bizarre. Two women even insisted on holding her. One lady pushed her walker over to our table, plopped down into a chair and said "I can't stop myself, I need to hold her" and grabbed her out of my arms.
She's a cutie, that's for sure!