Doodles has a fan club. An honest-to-goodness fan club, and I’m not even in it. There are exactly two members in the Doodles Fan Club: Hannah and Wendy. The both readily agree that they’re his number one fans although there’s debate about who’s president and who’s vice-president of the club. Since Wendy will be getting married in two months, Hannah pretty much gets the presidency by default as it’s been decided (again, I had no part in this) that Doodles is Hannah’s boyfriend and future husband. Hannah is hilarious. Every time I see here, she’ll say something like, “Can you believe he’s already seven months, two weeks, and three days old?” She can come up with Doodle’s age faster than I can. I heard from a reliable source that at an event that I was not even in a twenty-mile radius of, Wendy pointed out a baby to Hannah, who said, “Doodle’s way cuter.”<\/p>\n
So here’s the thing: I try to restrain myself from the constant public fawning about Doodles. I understand that no one (well, except for the DFC) cares about the minutiae of Doodles life like I do. While I’m constantly thinking, “He did the<\/i> cutest thing yesterday!” what I’m saying is, “Did you see the season finale of The O.C.<\/i>?” I follow the advice given on Irony Central<\/a>, which orders parents to limit themselves to three pictures of their child when they go out sans child. I don’t (outside of family) volunteer what Doodles is doing.<\/p>\n
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I will say, though, that it does seem to be a mutual admiration society. Doodles is smitten with Hannah. When we go out, he can’t keep his eyes off of her. We were at yet another BU farewell lunch (yes another; don’t ask!) and Doodles spent the entire hour and a half with eyes glued on Hannah despite the cajoling and teasing by the ten other people at the table. The only thing that could distract him for a few moments was the overhead lights (for some reason, Doodles is fascinated by overhead lights and exit signs; and he goes absolutely wild for ceiling fans!). Can you believe it? Nine months old and already hot for the shiksas!