I'm the last of the group to jump on the kid wagon. I consider myself fortunate to watch their adventures as parents. As they are both phenomenal mothers, I absorb all their wisdom, smuggling it away until it's needed. I worried that I would no longer fit into their lives as they became parents. Certain pessimists foretold, "Your friendships will change. It's not the same." And it's not. It's richer, more complex, more intimate. And when I finally have kids, they can drive to MY house. But I'll let them keep their shoes on. I have dogs; my carpets are long past destroyed. Once you start your morning with 8 hour old dog puke, a little dirt loses it impact.
So Lena made cake, Alicia and I drank the coffee that magically found it's way into Lena's cupboard, and the kids systematically spread toys throughout the house. Amazon baby ate and slept. Oral fixation baby tasted anything placed in front of her face. A good time was had.
We discussed:
- Picky eaters
- Dental insurance
- Hooker outfits
- British Airways
- Old Navy Jeans
- Freelancing
- Initiation of the good stuff
- Getting pregnant (on purpose)
- Our husbands and their many perfections
- Swedish preschool
- Overtime for four months
- My sweetiebear's great new job
- Ireland
- Growth spurts
In brief: kids, husbands, sex. The good stuff.
They assured me that they would read this blog, so more than just my husband and my mom would stop by (Hi Mom!) Thanks, guys. It ain't Foss Luau, but we have a good time still.
Kisses
Jenny
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