Really? You know you said that out loud, right?

OK - I have sort of a funny story, though I must admit that my ego has been severely fractured by this ordeal.

Last night a friend of Brian's aunt, who is a developmental nurse and used to run the Head Start program in our county, came by to do a developmental assessment on Blair as a favor to the aunt. As we suspected, Blair is right on target for a 5 month old baby, which is where she should be since her adjusted age is 5 months. She did excel in visual skills, however, measuring above the norm!

Anywho, the whole time this very nice woman was at the house, she went on and on about what a beautiful baby Blair is. We ate it up, naturally. At one point, she stopped the assessment to ask us which parent Blair looks like. I thought this was a little strange, since Brian, Blair and I were all sitting within spitting distance of one another. But, we explained that even though she had changed tremendously since birth, at which time she was the spitting image of her daddy, she did still favor him more than me. She agreed and went on about her business.

Once she was done and we were saying our goodbyes, we walked her to the door. I was holding Blair, and she turned to tell Blair bye. The normal "Bye - you beautiful girl!" kind of stuff, and then she said...it...

"I'm glad you look like your daddy!"

It took a good 5 seconds for it to register with me that she had actually just said those words...out loud...in front of me. Then, as I thought she was about to explain, she said...it...again...

"Your mom is pretty too, but I'm glad you look like your daddy."

Now, I've been over this again and again in my head, and I can only come up with one way to translate her comment. She thinks my husband is way hotter than me. (in case any of you have never met him, he is pretty easy on the eyes) Or, as Brian so eloquently put it, "she thinks you married up!" I can't begin to tell you how big his head is now. He literally strutted around the house for the whole rest of the evening.

It's OK - I've dusted off my bruised ego and come to the following conclusion: she can think I'm as ugly as she wants to (and can continue to tell me that I "married up") as long as she continues to help Blair for free.

She's coming back in about a month to see how Blair is progressing. I've never been one to brag about my accomplishments and experiences, but I may have to dust off my crown from when I won Miss Georgia Sweet Onion in 1998 (oh yeah, I'm admitting it now) and maybe even wear the sash too...maybe I'll dig out my old modeling portfolio and conveniently leave it on the coffee table...who knows, the movie I was in back in the day might even be playing on the television when she comes back. Maybe then she'll realize that it wouldn't be so bad if Blair looked a just little bit like her mommy.