I've resolved not to spend so much time typing on MN today - so this is a quick one ...
... but followers of this thread may be entertained to hear what happened to me yesterday afternoon.
I took DS to baby group - no unsolicited advice proferred. So far so good.
It was a hot, sunny day and I decided DS needed a sunhat or two to add to his burgeoning wardrobe. So on the way home from the baby group I popped into the nearby branch of Mothercare.
As I paid for the sunhats DS woke up and started crying.
"He's hungry," I told the shop assistant. "We'd better race home."
"We have a feeding room here in the shop," she said. "Down the back, on the right."
So off I trot, clutching the wailing baby.
The feeding room is not empty - there's another lady there, perhaps Sudanese at a guess, in floor-length hijab and headscarf.
"Hello," she says and strikes up a conversation.
DS glugs away on a bottle of formula meanwhile (he'd done BF at the baby group just previous).
"Are you doing BF-ing?" asked the lady.
"Some BF, some bottle," I said.
"Yes, that's good," said the lady. "I can tell you - and this (pointing at her own DS) is my third baby - that it's best to first BF them and then give them a bottle because it fills them up and they go to sleep - bingo (or the Arabic equivalent thereof)!"
I was so entertained at being offered some advice (given I'd spent ages yesterday typing on the internet about advice-giving) that I quite forgot to put any baby poo on her (see my post earlier in thread).
What was this lady's motivation for unsolicitedly advising me (whether or not you agree with the advice)? Actually I think she was trying to make a connection. There aren't so many other circumstances where she and I might have ever struck up a conversation.
So I will add that to my list of women's reasons for seeking to advise others.
And that is the end of my MN-ing for today - will I be able to go a whole day without peeping ... dunno.