Babies are not performing monkeys in booties

Although I try not to rant too much on this blog, today I am too annoyed and heartsore not to not rant. I am so tired of people thinking they have rights to my baby. People who are, really, transient to Rehan's life. The horror of social events, now, is the people who wish to carry the baby and treat him like a parcel in a game. All they want is the gratification of fondling a baby. While I do not mind people holding him in general (in small doses) - for he needs to learn to be around people - I object him being passed around when that can cause him to be sick. Unfortunately, Rehan has had bouts of puking following his going out. Once, he had puked so much that his fonatelle depressed. I try to limit my own going out and shopping because of that. My baby's welfare seems, to me at least, more important than making people happy.

I suppose, coming from a family who respects boundaries and other's feelings, it is a shock to realize that some people don't really care or respect others and hide that disrepect behind the facade of being sociable. The fact of the matter is I love seeing my baby loved - especially by those whom I love. But I also know those who love him wouldn't want him to come to harm. And that is what separates the selfish buggers and the generous spirited.