Yesterday was great, especially as compared to the virus-filled Friday before. Delaney and I got up and had a leisurely morning and then went to yoga at the gym. Well, I went to yoga. Delaney went to the kids' club and proceeded to bite the toe of a small, supposedly defenseless baby who couldn't even hold his head up yet. The caregiver reported this to me when I picked Delaney up and told me that it was so unlike Delaney; that she just crawled over to this baby, bit his toe and crawled off. It did sound out of character for her so I explained to the woman that the baby must have provoked Delaney in some way, flipped her off or something. I mean, I'm sure my girl didn't up and bite for no reason. She's my baby--an angel, to be sure. OK. That was my inside voice and I didn't tell that to the woman. But, I sure thought it.
After the gym, Delaney took a two-hour nap and I took a shower, did some work and ate lunch. After her nap and her lunch, Delaney and I went to the mall to buy a baby shower gift for a friend who's having her second baby, a girl, in about a month. Her first baby, a boy, is only one month older than Delaney. Because I fear greatly for my friend's sanity, having two in the house under two years of age, we bought her some really adorable, girly clothes for the new baby that will hopefully take her mind off of the craziness threatening to take over her life.
We spent the rest of the afternoon getting ready to attend an evening party in our neighborhood. April is festival time in our fair city and each year our neighborhood throws a big, family-friendly shindig with music, drinks and food provided by area restaurants. As long as we'd lived here, we'd never attended before, but thought it would be fun to go with some friends and take Delaney for her first spring festival experience. We arrived right after it opened and took advantage of the light crowds to stroll along and decide which foods to sample. We drank beer (something Roger and I rarely do anymore...we're mostly wine people), ate fair-style food and people-watched. Our house is located on the outskirts of this neighborhood, which is one of the wealthier in our city. Along with great wealth, apparently, comes a great number of plasic surgery devotees. Our little group decided that "PS" was the code word for everyone to look whenever a particularly obvious fan of going-under-the-knife wandered by. Cruel? Maybe. Fun? Definitely.
After a couple of hours, when we'd had our fill of gyros, shishkabobs, beer, cheesecake, homemade potato chips and tacos and when the crowds were starting to get thicker, we decided to head home. You could tell that as the families with kids were leaving, the real party was just getting started (Flashback to me about six years ago when I would have been one of those all-night partiers, drinking way more than two beers and also smoking about 1/2 a pack of cigarettes. Seems like a lifetime ago.).
Delaney had a ball at her first festival. She was in her stroller part of the time, but Roger also carried her a lot so she could get a good view of all that was going on around her. She seemed fascinated by the people, the colors, the music, the smells. We got her home and tucked into bed only about an hour past her normal bedtime. A few hours later, Roger and I went to bed too--at 10:30! Yeah, I can safely say my partying days are looooong over. And, I couldn't be happier.
Yep, my partying days are over as well and although I occasionally miss that freedom, I don't miss them! Sounds like such a fun family outing...and I LOVE the PS moniker. Tee hee.
Posted by: Jamie | April 25, 2006 at 10:28 AM