The Blonde Baby


Eli has developed somewhat of a celebrity persona since moving to Mexico.  Everywhere we go women and men alike ooo and ahh over him.  They tell him how handsome and precious he is and Dave and I what a beautiful baby we have.  Don’t get me wrong, I think my baby is absolutely gorgeous and perfect too, but he gets extra notice here because he’s a white baby with blonde hair. 


Seriously, people stop in the grocery store and call their relatives over to stare at him.  When we walk around our apartment complex older women stop what they are doing to wave to him.  In Costco women come up and kiss him (this one the American in me has a bit of a hard time with).  On the subway men play peek-a-boo with him and light up when he smiles and giggles along.  The kid is not going to know what to do when we’re back in the states and the world doesn’t come to a halt to stare at him.
 

The apex came while my parents were visiting and we were touring the Zocolo (the center square of downtown).  A high school-aged girl came up and asked if she could have her picture taken with him.  When we obliged ten other high school students came over in a crowd and each took dozens of pictures with their cell phones.  Seriously, the kid has paparazzi!

1 comments:

  • TBunting | October 21, 2011 at 1:28 PM

    he is a little dream boat though! the girls will still stop in stare when he grows up I'm sure....catching up on my kitchin blogs today...miss you guys and love you!

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