I'm so proud of myself. I've actually gone to church two weeks in a row now.
There is another mama there with a newborn girlie. If I recall correctly, she is about 3 weeks older than Marie. Cute little thing.
We gather around the table (we lack a proper altar at the CAYA service) for Communion, and today I was standing across the way from the other mama; last week we were perpendicular to one another.
Both weeks this other baby girl has been just dressed to the nines. It's sweet. Poor little thing is as bald as my older three were at that age. Mama had her in little white tights and a little skirt and a little cardigan. It was absolutely adorable. She had on a very similar outfit last week.
Me, I had Marie in jammies both weeks.
I was telling my mother this afternoon, I guess that's the difference between your first baby and your fourth. Not that I care less than I did. I've just given up on people realizing I've got a daughter from her clothes.
(On a sidenote, back in my bald baby days I used to think that maybe if I had a hairy kid she'd be more obviously female. Nope. Everyone still thinks she's a boy. It seems that the more of one sex you have, the more people think the androgynous-appearing baby must be the opposite sex. It doesn't work that way, y'all. It's a roughly 50/50 chance each and every time.)