The Munch had her first sleepover party! My friend Sarah’s daughter came and stayed for the weekend, and for two whole nights, and two whole days, I had two whole little girls to keep alive. And I did it!
I wasn’t sure how The Munch was going to be with sharing all her stuff, including her mom for 48 hours, but it was actually okay. There were minimal tears, the worst only being when Munch biked over Marquetta’s toes. For some reason Munch cried just as much as Marquetta because “Marquetta was supposed to move so her toes didn’t go under the wheels.” I guess that is a reasonable way to deal with guilt – blame the other person!

I was watching Marquetta so Sarah and her husband could have their first weekend (even night) alone since they had a kid. She would write me text messages like “here we are about to have breakfast as a couple, not parents!” And I was really happy to give them that time to be individuals again… to be two people in love who want to have a conversation that isn’t interrupted every 49 seconds. I mean kids are delightful, but I don’t think there is anyone on the planet that you love more or are more relieved to get away from.

Then on Sunday as soon as Sarah came to pick up Marquetta I drove to Boston to visit my cousin’s and all their kids. I spent the afternoon in a house with 6 kids under the age of 4, and held a newborn almost the entire time… who LOVED me by the way! I am like the baby whisperer! I know how to jiggle and shush them right to sleep like a professional. I am getting really conceited about how great I am with babies!

So there we were, me and all my cousin’s, and all our kids.  I thought about my past – my saturday nights drinking and dancing until 5am, or doing acid and reading the dictionary, and just how much life had changed.  Now my weekend was like Babypolooza. And that is the thing about life, you grow up, you breed, and then a miniature tyrannical carbon copy of you controls your life.

The diary of two little girls on a cold winter’s day…brushing the cat, playing outside, and dancing with tutus….