We all dread it. The insensitive comments (So you're still breastfeeding?). The weird parenting advice (are you really suggesting I give my baby booze for teething?). The intrusions on your/your baby's personal space (I'm talking to you FIL! The next time you simply take my baby from my arms without so much as a heads up, we are going to have a rumble).
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We actually had an ok time yesterday, despite some minor annoyances. In know most of it is innocent and just people trying to make conversation. However, one thing did truly bother me. We were eating breakfast when I look up to see SIL (who I am quite sure I have shared my views on solid food with) kneeling in front of my exclusively breastfed, never had anything in her mouth but BM and medicine which she is prescribed five m.o. DD, with a giant gob of WHIPPED CREAM on her finger. The kind from a can. Both DH and I scream 'NO!!!!!' just in time, thank goodness. I'm usually kind of a wimp, but I this time I emphatically told her, through gritted teeth "NEVER give someone's baby something to eat without asking first." To which she says "It's just whipped cream!"
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I would have been so crushed if baby's first taste of food had been redi whip. Ugh.
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So what happened at your family's celebration?









). But this year I got the shaft completely on presents. My SIL and her husband all got great stuff. My husband got great stuff. My husband's uncle and grandmother all got great stuff. I got....spatulas and a bottle of hand soap. Not even kidding. Everything else that was wrapped and labeled to me was really a present for my daughter. Now, of course I want her to have a fabulous first Christmas, but a) she is a baby and doesn't care how much stuff she gets, b) we have a smallish house and really don't have room for tons of crap, and c) I felt so unappreciated. I understand that it's more fun and probably easier to shop for the baby, but come on...