How to charm my wife:

1. Walk up to her when she's sitting down, rub her thigh, and say, "Nice leg Mommy, nice big leg Mommy".

Pete did this last night. He's getting very complimentary (i.e. Oh, nice pants, Daddy. My mommy hair look nice. My baby so cute). It's very precious.

2. Engage her in a game of spontaneous breastfeeding charades.

The restaurant at which we ate dinner last night is basically a farm themepark, complete with goats, sheep, and fat donkeys. As we were eating our fried chicken (served family-style of course), Nora needed to eat, so Heather left the table to feed her. Heather is always very discrete and careful about breastfeeding, and she found an out-of-the-way spot to sit down and draped a blanket over the whole operation. A man approached wearing a shiny mock badge and a round flat-brimmed hat like a Mountie, and told her, "If you need to ... there's a room right over there with drapes." In the pause, he made a curious gesture with his hand, pointing it at Heather and the draped baby and waving it back and forth slightly. I imagine his eyebrows were raised.

So Heather was caught by the boob policeman, who was obviously a rookie because he couldn't even say the word.