We had a really fun weekend. Cherie, a great friend from college, was in town from Portland, so we got our kids together and marveled over how we used to be silly drunk girls who sang really awful karaoke together and now we're mothers with mortgages and multiple mouths to feed. Then we left the kids with their grandmas, so we could go out and act like silly drunk girls while singing really awful karaoke.
So awful, in fact, that half-way through our rendition of Don't Stop Believin', I turned to Cherie and said, "We should just walk off stage now, shouldn't we?" Although we didn't, I think we really, really should have.
Mike said afterward, "Babe, that wasn't good." And he was being kind.
Anyway, here is a picture snapped Saturday afternoon at Twisted Root, with four kids under two, all born to friends who met in college. We went from late night runs to Taco Cabana to making sure our kids stayed put in their high chairs at lunch, and no one could tell any of us how that happened. Or at least tell us in any believable way.
It was great to see Cherie, and I miss her already.
And, not only is Cherie one of my favorite people, but apparently she's all the motivation Kyle needed to get off his hands and knees and toddle like the toddler he is.
Here's a crappy-quality video to prove it:
He's doing what so many of you said he'd do: just walking like he's been doing it for months, even though he only took his first steps mere days ago.
I think it's going to be a huge let-down to him, though, when he realizes we won't always clap like maniacs each time he walks somewhere. Right now, we practically throw him a parade and offer him a pony in exchange for a few steps.
We did realize, immediately after he crossed the entire living room, that we're now officially screwed. In the best possible way.
How was your weekend?