Pageant Mom

I blame you. Yes, all of you out there who have commented on the cuteness of my son. Too many "he is adorable" comments went strait to my head and so we went ahead and put Cameron in a baby contest. It's ridiculous really, he isn't even 1 yet and I'm flaunting him off trying to get him to make us some money. I am a pageant mom!

The city near ours was having a Summer Festival, and as a part of that, they hosted the annual baby contest. I brushed up on all my Toddlers and Tierra's episodes, and marched Cameron in his best suit, hoping for nothing less than Ultimate Grand Supreme. What I got was not even close to what I had prepared myself for. Rather than strutting my son's stuff across the stage, there were tables lined up against the walls with the appropriate age groups written on lame paper. We selected our age group, and then sat Cameron in front of these 2 ladies for 2 minutes while they just smiled at him. It was awkward for sure! We then moved to another line where Cameron got his photo taken, and then-we just walked out. Bizarre!

"Crowning" was later that afternoon; again, nothing as I had expected. We invited the uncles down as well to support and in retrospect found that was highly unnecessary. Crammed into a hot gym with at least a thousand other people, we waited as the announcer went through each category. Randomly I might add. Cameron's award came as one of the first mentioned. Later I realized that we were lucky to get an award as not all babies did. So here you go, my son is the Most Charismatic baby in all of Orem. 

We stuck around thinking he might win more than one award, (a little arrogant? perhaps) only to later realize that you can only win One total. His prize? A basket with a stuffed bear, some sidewalk chalk, a small book, and popcorn. (who gives popcorn to babies? An odd choice). It was a fun experience, but one I will probably not do again. It all seemed pretty lame truthfully. But eh, at least I have proof that my baby is darling. No wait, not darling, charismatic.