Adelaide is 3-years-old. And this past weekend, she was called “an adorable baby” and “a precious 12-month-old” and someone said in a weird baby voice “pwetty baby, don’t you think mommy should let you get out of that baby stroller and try to walk?”…ugh. In a stroller, with baby bibs, Adelaide confuses people. She is usually viewed at about 2 years old. I get “are the girls twins?” on every outing…even though Bess is 15 months old. I would hate to find out that Adelaide can understand every word and is wondering why her mom doesn’t correct all these people. Sometimes, it’s just easiest to walk away. One woman asked if she was almost two. I replied, “She just had her 3rd birthday! She loved her party!” Then, the woman said the longest “ooooooooooohhhhhhhhh” in the history of all conversations between two complete strangers at a theme park in Branson, Missouri. But it was still better than this encounter two hours later: “Hmmm. She seems way too old for that stroller. Why is she wearing a bib? And cloth diapers? Shouldn’t she be pottytrained? Since you wear the other one, I guess you are one of those moms who babies her kids. Typical.” I was about to remove my earrings when some other women stepped in. I just want to take Adelaide out in public. I don’t mind actual questions. I just mind the judgmental comments or pitiful sighs. And when we return next year, she will be in a wheelchair. It may actually be better, because then people will just avoid eye contact or say other weird things like the oh-so-amazing “is there something wrong with her?” and my favorite “at least she’s pretty”…just stop talking, please. I can’t control a lot about Adelaide, but there is this one thing that Dave and I have discussed. Bibs. The bibs make Adelaide look younger than she really is…and, even though this is a first world problem, they make her big girl outfits look babyish. We decided to transition her from baby bibs to drool handkerchiefs and drool scarves. But mostly scarves, because they are pretty. We have a friend who makes them for us, and Adelaide gets those for photos, milestones, holidays, and formal occasions. But I am wanting to make everyday ones. Here is the part where I want to stop and publish before I step out of my comfort zone. But, I have been trying very hard to allow other people to bless us. If you have scraps that are 16″ x 24″ (or 16” x 48 would be even better…) and you want to send them our way, I will turn them into drool scarves for Adelaide. There. I said it. Adelaide has almost 3 dozen bibs she goes through in a matter of days. If you would like to help me out with your scrap fabric, let me know in the comments. And now that we are done with that awkwardness, let’s all look at this adorable girl. In her big girl scarf.
How Old Is She?