When I went to Mama and Me yoga last Wednesday, I assumed my biggest
challenge would be to keep our little girl occupied. I did not anticipate continually fending
off the advances of a 6-month old Lothario. They start so young nowadays….
No sooner had I laid Lindsay down on a makeshift bed and
tucked her under a blanket than Lothario crawled over while my back was turned.
In the time it took me to get a yoga mat 10 feet away, he had already “sauntered”
up to her and was attempting to pull back the blanket. Seriously, he had the
blanket in his cute, chubby hand and was pulling it back. Actually, since he’s nearly 3x her
size, he looked less like Lothario and more like King Kong preparing to pluck his
heart’s desire from the building.
We all had a laugh, his mother collected him and we began
the class. Much to our amusement, he was bent on wooing her, approaching a
second, third, fourth and finally, a fifth time. The last time, it seemed he
came on all fours bearing gifts. He had rattle in his hand that banged on the
floor every time his hand came down. I was watching closely to make sure he
didn’t get too close with the toy and accidentally bang it on her head, but
just as I was about to intercede, he dropped the toy and continued his
approach. Perhaps he was mesmerized by her beauty and forgot all other earthly
pleasures?
During this time, an older woman took a shine to Lothario. A
9-month old Mrs. Robinson kept trying to get his attention, even giving him her
lovey at one point. Her mom stopped dead in her Warrior 2 tracks to exclaim, “She’s
never given anyone her lovey before!” But poor Mrs. Robinson just didn’t seem
to understand that Lothario likes the young ones. Unfortunately for Lothario,
Lindsay barely seemed aware of his existence. That’s my girl!
