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Blogging baby business trip: reporting in
I was sitting in a bright conference room, white orbs hanging from the industrial-style concrete ceiling. I was wearing my most funky business casual attire, my kelly green Paul Frank giraffe shirt, my luscious Piazza Sempione jacket, a tweedy skirt, funky boots. I was carrying my laptop and my brand-new AOL coffee mug. I was ready for the meeting of the Weblogs, Inc. minds at the first-ever WINstock. And on my front, Truman. It's business, with baby.
I'd arranged child care for the afternoon and evening (thanks to a referral from the sweet and generous Isabel Kallman), but in the morning it was just the two of us. And it worked out amazingly well. I found a seat on the edge of the room where I could step away if my breastfeeding latchon became too difficult. Truman, the classic good baby, hammed it up for the crowds during coffee hour. "Can I take a photo of him using the keyboard?" someone asked. And, "can I sing to him in French?" He then conked out as soon as his breakfast was over - I could have even blogged while he slept, if I hadn't been paying so much attention.
Around lunchtime, I walked the baby back to the hotel, dropped him off with the babysitter, and returned before anyone had missed me. "Did you just come back from the restroom?" asked my fearless leader. And I was worried? Silly me. Next report: how it worked with the formula.