On Saturday night, the huz and I had the good fortune of celebrating his birthday at a local fancypants restaurant -- limited menu, reservations required, and spaces so tight I could barely fit my pregnant belly behind the table for two. We'd enjoyed it once before on my own birthday back in May -- well, that was until I had the whole "Yakking of Epic Proportions" episode later that evening followed by my Mother's Day mystery illness and Drew's loving gift -- the visit to the ER and head staples.
Just as our way-too-expensive meal was ending, a couple walked in with a barely 4-month-old baby in her car seat carrier. They took a look around and decided to sit at the bar.
And without blinking, they hiked that baby right up on it.
The bar. Like next to someone's martini.
The huz and I looked at each other, unsure as to what to say, until he finally broke the silence with something like "I know I'm certainly not the model parent, seeing as I did walk our daughter directly into a ceiling fan and all, but..."
You could tell what he was implying by his facial expression. And mine.
After they got themselves settled in their bar seats, they transferred the carrier to the floor and placed the perfectly content baby on their laps and went about their eating and drinking of large glasses of wine.
The huz continued, attempting to rationalize our discomfort with being so judgy of these parents. "Well, we did take Quinlan to that crappy smoky bar in Mississippi to watch the Eagles Game..."
"Yeah, but she was in a sling," I reminded him, "under a blanket sleeping, we were sitting at a table by the door, and there was no one in the bar but us. And we didn't put her ON THE BAR NEXT TO SOMEONE'S BEER."
And there she was. The Etiquette Bitch.
Granted, we never said anything to either parent, but clearly the looks on our faces probably spoke for us, at least to the bartender who looked a little surprised to be mixing his $10 Basil Martinis while staring at the back of a carseat, let alone the person sitting next to them at the bar who was at eye level with a wee baby while sipping a hearty glass of Merlot.
I'm all for parents being able to exercise their rights to enjoy a typical human existence with their kids, but clearly the line has to be drawn somewhere.
Besides, I can't think that getting her accustomed to the view from atop the bar is the best place to start.
[Credit for Etiquette, Bitch - Mom-101]