Seeming Shy

My daughter and I had our first meal in a sit-down restaurant today without mommy. Daddy chose Vietnamese food, not through any real brilliance on his part. Baby sat in a high chair, with a less than perfect belt (we got through the meal), and I sat in a chair just a few inches from my angel. We enjoyed a plate of salad, barbecued pork chop, rice, and a sweet, thin sauce like mirin. The pork was too tough for baby to chew, but she enjoyed the rest of the fare. (She’d had three forms of protein earlier in the day.) My last several bites were achieved while holding onto baby’s overalls in back (I’d let her stand on the floor to buy a little time). As usual, she was the more popular of the two of us, smiling and waving to just about everyone in the restaurant and getting smiles and waves in return. I’m pretty extroverted at this stage in my life, but she makes me seem shy.