Of course we all know how the playdate turned out, don’t we? Totally fine! The boys were pretty well behaved, no diapers exploded, nobody puked (oh wait, Drew did, but it was nicely contained to my lap and his. sigh.) I served up cold cuts, fresh fruit and seltzer and that simple meal seemed to hit the right note.
It was nice to see other babies about Drew’s age, to see what they do and how they act. When you spend so much time with just your own kid, you don’t have a good perspective on what’s common among babies and what’s unique to your own. Doesn’t every kid nap for two hour stretches? Doesn’t every kid make the most obnoxious, high-pitched, pig-in-heat squeal? No? Just mine, huh?
Drew slept through most of the playdate, a behavior acceptable only among infants. I mean, can you imagine? Someone invites you over to their house to hang out and when you get there he’s fast asleep? Oh well, Drew got his comeuppance. After he woke up, I brought him downstairs to the surely disarming tableau of two strange babies fully immersed in his toys (read: all up in his shit). I can only imagine what he was thinking. “Hey, that’s my moose! Get those rubber antlers out of your drooly mouth, baby! And who are you over there, jumping in my jumpy chair, wiping your germy hands all over my tray table?!” Socialization. It’s not easy.
Tags: friends, motherhood
