Waxing Poetic

This is my most recent episode of great moments of mothering history. This in fact is what spurred me to create this blog. About six weeks after my son was born I realized I in DIRE need of a bikini wax. My waxer (excuse me, my esthetician) was mortified by my "situation" and happily made an appointment for me. Except that I had no child care available. So I did what any self-respecting new mom in need of grooming would do: I held Dylan on my tummy while she waxed and trimmed away! He just sat there like a lump for 30 minutes. And of course he went in his diaper, but I said, "don't worry, just finish, he can wait." I'm sure if he could remember that he'd talk about it in therapy later. Hey, at least I wasn't breast feeding him!