For those of you that are not familiar with the Hash House Harriers, it's probably best that you not read on or you might be horrified at my mothering! For those of you who know about the Hash or don't mind being horrified, well... continue at your own risk.
As a quick introduction / summary: The Hash House Harriers is an international club or group with well over a thousand chapters worldwide. They meet weekly to run and drink - they are often referred to as a drinking group with a running problem. There are all sorts of rituals that take place each week from the Hare who sets the run, to the Hash Master who oversees the ceremonies, to the Religious Advisor who doles out punishments (in the form of drinks) to those who have sinned during the run. I have been a member of the Nassau Hash for a few years and it is a very fun group... but what it is not, most certainly, is a place for children... much less babies less than a month old.
But sadly, that is exactly where this mother took her child today... she dragged her son to a Hash Run! Well, we actually only hit the afterparty... And even more sadly, during the rough and rowdy ceremony that took place (there was yelling and singing and drinking and cheering), Radar seemed right at home! No tears. No flinching. He was as content as a bug in a rug...
Yes, that's a bra with two red funnels built in... Radar isn't the only one breast feeding!
SMILE WATCH UPDATE: DAY 2
On day 2 of Smile Watch, we didn't really get any closer to a smile. We did catch Radar in the middle of a Hawaiian Hula dance though and that's a pretty happy thing! Let's see what tomorrow holds!