Yes, She's a Baby. And She's Here for Dinner.

I was never really one to think, “What are they doing in here with a BABY?!” before I had Cate, but now I’ve felt myself becoming a real baby advocate. Obviously, there are places babies shouldn’t be, but I feel like most of the world really ought to be pretty equal opportunity. I haven’t gotten any strange looks from people when we’ve taken Cate places (probably because we don’t take her places she really shouldn’t be) but in general I’ve found that I’ve adopted a, “Hey, she’s a person, too” attitude. In my mind, I hear myself saying to the world, “Look, she’s got as much of a right to be here as you do. And who knows! She may make even more of her life than you have of yours. At this point, she’s never been mean, she’s never hurt anyone’s feelings, she’s never taken advantage of someone else’s weaknesses, and (bonus!) she’s even wearing a really cute outfit.” So, yes, she is a baby. And, yes, she’s here for dinner. Don’t worry about it, world.