The rain stopped! The clouds parted! Summer came back to the city! We celebrated my best friend Kathleen’s 30th birthday with part 1 of her festivities on Saturday. Her husband pulled off an incredibly strenuous (my god the running!!!) Amazing Race that had us running and huffing and puffing and frantically googling all over the city. It ended with a very chill and very lovely barbecue at Kathleen’s in-law’s. It was a great day.
At one point, as children were running around and the sought after newborn was being passed about, Kathleen’s sister (hi Lucy!) said, “Can you believe these are our parties now?” Kathleen said, “I love it.” And I feel the same way. The afternoon barbecue with kids running around, collecting kisses and snuggles, someone always preventing someone else from diving headfirst off whichever staircase they wish to throw themselves off of this time, sharing birth stories (ok, maybe that’s just my current favorite past time), mild arguments over the world cup, talking remodels and new kitchen appliances – it all sounds fake to me. It all sounds like something I just imagined would happen as a grown up with small children. And it just makes me even more excited for all of the stuff we have yet to come. (Like when the barbecues can be at my currently fictional, dream-world house.)
Sunday was the zooooo! All while poor Gabe was cutting several molars. Poor booger is a grumpy, slobbery, snotty, nap-skipping disaster. But my god there were animals to see and sunshine to wander in, so away we went to brave the crowds and constantly fight Gabe back into the stroller. Ahh yes, what was I saying about my charmed adult life? We managed some great photos from the zoo, but just to keep it on the up and up I threw in some REAL TALK photos of Kamel fighting the wild cat that is Gabriel who has not slept well the night before and has not napped and wants to kill himself on a large boulder. For every cute photos this weekend there were 5 instances of tears and snot and swatting at faces and time outs and oral gel and a bloody lip and throwing food on the floor. Don’t forget your birth control, ladies and gentlemen.
The weekend was too short. That is the sum of it. How was yours?
(Boobie Mimosas anyone? Whut?)
(Do you have cake on your mouth?)
(Who doesn’t love penguins?)