What's she going to do? Run off with some English guy?

We went to a birthday party last night for my father-in-law. Lil J did very well, I thought. Sure, he got projectile spit up on his Aunt Annie's shirt, but she didn't even seem to mind. You know, that was one really nice thing about the party--being around all those supportive moms. My mother- and sisters-in-law held the baby so I could eat and go to the bathroom, they brought me drinks while I was feeding him or he was asleep on my shoulder, stuff like that. J will do those same things at home when I ask him, but it was cool how the other women knew what I needed even before I did. It made me think that tribal societies really have the right idea when all the women pitch in to help raise the children. Not only is it easier on the mom, but I'm guessing kids really benefit from all that attention from different people. Cause, let me tell you, Lil J was showered with compliments and affection last night. Hey, maybe he'll start to get a big head from all the attention and his head measurement will get out of the 15th percentile. Go team!