Here’s one by a bus mom in San Francisco: That Baby is Cold.

This blog is dedicated to all the little old ladies at the various bus stops who tell me (daily) that my baby is cold. It doesn’t matter how many layers she has on, apparently she always “looks cold”. Don’t worry Granny, my baby is fine, you’re just old.

No disrespect to all the OG bus chicks (and OG moms) out there, but I can relate. People (and not just bus riders) love to give advice about what babies should be wearing, eating, playing with, and riding in. Sometimes the (unsolicited) advice is useful, but mostly, I just ignore it; Chicklet and I are pretty good at figuring out what she needs.

A recent adventure for the SF bus mom and her chicklet:

She’s So Hot, She’s Cold.

22 Outbound/ going home: A couple of weeks back we had some record setting hot days here in SF. We had a weekend of mid-high 90’s. Everyone was in shorts, flip flops, and the like. If we had been in Texas, I would have let the little one hang out in her diaper and nothing else. However there’s still a breeze here, so she was fine in one layer. I reveled in the heat. Finally, no one will tell me my baby is cold! She had on pants and short sleeve shirt, and a cute, white sunhat. As we were stepping on the bus, a 150 year old lady tapped my shoulder, “Doesn’t that baby have a jacket?” I looked at her, stunned. “Yes, ” I stammered, “But I didn’t want to melt her”. The lady laughed and said, “It might cool off later.”

Of course, we west coasters who have forgotten to take jackets to BBQs and summer concerts know that the “cooling off” thing is real, but still. Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got to go find my little one’s sun hat. Happy 80-something Friday!