Get Out With Your Baby

The other night, Laurie and I took Sophie to the cast party. She was passed around more than the hors d'oeuvres tray. When she cried, there was always a set of hands ready to whisk her away. I learned never to underestimate the powerful tug of infant nostalgia. By the end of the evening, more than half the cast was wearing breast milk like a badge of baby-lovin' pride courtesy of my daughter (and indirectly my wife).

A lot of people hesitate to take infants out with their friends and colleagues due to the likelihood of spit-ups, blowouts, and crying fits. For the most part, it doesn't matter. To the parents of an older child, such things are a small price to pay to once again have contact with an infant.

Besides, do you really want to socialize with anyone who doesn't like babies?