For the first time yesterday, we had a truly relaxing
evening at a friend’s house.
Not even a year ago, I remember attending a birthday party
for our twin friends M&C. It was on
a Saturday morning, a play date / party at their house. Of course Hubby went with me. We stayed pretty close to the girlies while they played. And then when it was
time to eat there was the passing of the baton…you stay with the girls while I
fix the plates…you eat while the girls are eating…I’ll eat while you stay with
the girls. Whew.
I remember how proud I was the first time I took the girls
to a birthday party by myself, late this past December. The party was for our twin friends K&S,
at their house. The girls played so well
in their playroom. They followed
directions when it was time to decorate cupcakes (!!!). And they sat relatively tall and straight
while they ate their lunch. I was so
proud of them…and of me! I can’t say it
was a “relaxing” time, exactly, but we all had a good time.
Yesterday we went to a family cookout, hosted by our dear
friends, the parents of sweet little E&L, whom our girls just adore. They are moving back to Australia in a couple
of weeks. Not only is Rachel one of my
great friends, but our families get along so well…all the girlies, and the
hubbies, too. We are going to miss them
terribly!
Our girls fell right into playing when we got to their
house, and Hubby fell right into [deep] conversation in the backyard. At first I was a little apprehensive…how do I
fix plates and situate kiddos without the help of the hubs? [His deep conversation apparently resulted in
selective hearing and seeing…he seemed oblivious to my requests for
backup.] Taking into account how well
the girlies were playing…and that two other families of friends were right there…I
decided to make a go of it myself.
I asked one of my girlfriends if she’d keep an eye on the
girls, just to make sure no one made a beeline for the front door. I fixed our plate – even taking time to
assemble a traditional Aussie burger – and, to my delight, the girls were still
playing right where I’d left them. We
all ate with minimal mess, and the girls continued to enjoy themselves.
As the night progressed and Hubby became involved in a
competitive game of bocce, the girls continued to roll with the
punches. They played nicely with their
friends and they shared toys. Not once
did they attempt to scale the open staircase…or climb inside the fireplace…or
break any Australian national treasures.
No one escaped through the front door.
As Hubby enjoyed himself in the backyard, I had actual
semi-coherent adult conversation with some of my friends, and even some people
I didn’t know. (I say that to say, it
generally takes slightly more concentration to speak with someone who may not
be accounting for my “baby brain”.)
The girls had a great time.
Daddy had a great time. And even
this mama was able to let her guard down and enjoy herself.
Of course it helps that Rachel’s house is kid-friendly…and
that we were surrounded by lots of our friends…twin friends, at that. Everyone is a well-equipped
multi-tasker. Everyone keeps an eye out
for each other.
Despite those footnotes, I’m super proud of our progress!
5 comments:
Hooray! Delighted you were able to enjoy yourself, and relax while A&B played at a friend's house :)
I love how you find things like this to document, because they are a huge deal, but easily forgotten if you don't take a moment to commemorate it :)
And that Aussie burger----that sounds pretty darn yummy! :)
Okay, you do know I now have Rod Stewart's "for the first time" going round and round in my head? :)
LOVE IT!
Did you have beetroot on your burger? That is Aussie to me.
I love that you had FUN and I can soooo picture J engaged in DEEP conversation. BTW, please ask him what I was supposed to check for him and I'll do some (informal) research on South Africa for him :)
YAY - the tides are turning!!! One day you'll go out and you won't even see them for hours! Right?
J deep in conversation-I just can't imagine that LOL!
I'm glad you all enjoyed yourself, but I can't help but think you don't give yourselves enough credit! You or the ladies!
You know, it just happens. Just one day you get to a stage ( and possibly a place) where things fall into place and then mom is often the last one to relax, but eventually do.
Well done to you all
Definitely a milestone to celebrate!
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