My mom started her shit with me, too. I didn't want to hold my 10 month old nephew Christmas Day. What a horrid person I am. I love the little stinker to death but the kid drools and drools; and when he's not drooling, he's puking or screaming and crying. Sorry, I had on a $100 sweater and dry clean dress pants. Maybe I should have worn my pink stretch pants and baggy shirt. Of course she didn't notice how I played with the older one who is now 2, sat and colored with the kid for an hour. Well-behaven little man he is, hopefully he will continue to be such!!! Nope, mom had an opportunity to nit-pick at me so she jumped right on the band wagon.