Eight weeks and five days

Further dispatches from the 'people be interfering' frontline of parenthood: went to the clinic for Alice's weigh-in today and she started crying while we were waiting. The woman next to me confidently leaned over and told me 'she's hungry'. Why do people DO that? Even though I KNEW that Alice was crying because I'd woken her up and taken her out of her buggy into a noisy, hot room, and food wasn't really what she wanted, I ended up giving her a bottle just so a stranger wouldn't judge me.