you did what?

An acquaintance of mine and his wife had their first child this morning. I'm sure it's a happy time for all. Who wouldn't love a new bundle of joy? The soft skin, the cooing, the cuddling, the new baby smell (after it's been sufficiently de-gunked, blech!)

This acquaintance is quite cerebral. He's one of the smartest people I know. He's also clueless. About life, about the obvious. I don't know his wife, but I would imagine she's the perfect balance for his cluelessness.

Wanting to share his joy and good news with everyone close to him, he posted some pictures of his wife and new baby on Facebook. There were the standard baby on the scale (8 pounds 15 ounces!), grandparents holding baby, proud dad holding baby, all the men on his side of the family, yadda yadda.

Then there were two I thought were questionable. One was of his son and his wife, and it is apparent that it was taken exactly .2 seconds after his son was hatched. There was blood, gunky stuff ... pretty. But, I will hand it to him, the expression of joy and relief on his wife's face is beautiful. Breath taking even. But really, keep it for your album, not Facebook. The second was of his son on the scale, with his newborn baby junk in all it's glory. I get it, it's hard not to get a picture of the junk, but really? Just don't include it.

I remember my sister and her friends being adamant about their husbands not taking too many post-baby pictures. The mother never looks her best. Firstly, she's been pushing a watermelon through her pelvis for hours. Awesome. Next, she's been pumped full of IV fluids that it renders her ... well, puffy. They're never flattering. I must, however, admit that Clueless Acquaintances' wife looked stunning -- damn her!

While marveling at her post-labor beauty in one particular picture, I was drawn to a strange object I couldn't decipher on her sheets. Thinking it was blood or some other oozy substance, I looked closer, you know, to get a better look. And then I realized what it was. It was boob. Big, maternal, breastfeeding boob. Nipple, areola, the works. If you're just glancing at the picture, you can't tell, but if you look enough, it's hard not to see. I don't think Clueless Acquaintance realized he was posting a picture of his beautiful, post-labor, not-puffy wife, with her boob hanging out.

How do you tell Clueless Acquaintance his faux-pas? Certainly his wife doesn't want her boob showing to all of his friends and family on Facebook? Or maybe she does?