Having recently popped my cherry, I seem to be on a blogger-meeting roll. Because I am lazy, cheap, and nursing a baby, you are unlikely to ever see me at a blogging conference. I am all about the nearby bloggers, and Marste gets extra points for meeting me around the corner from my house. So, you can imagine how much I wanted to meet her when I tell you I drove over an hour with two kids in the backseat. Through a rainstorm.
She’s moving out of the country, and she’s staying with relatives until then. I just had to lay eyes on her once before she left. So, J took Benjamin to Disneyland and I took Zachary on his very first blind date.
We didn’t get to talk as much as I would have liked, what with the four-year-olds squabbling and the baby spitting up on the suede couch (did the stain come out?). Then there was the moment I found myself explaining the specific details of the mechanics of breastfeeding to a very inquisitive little girl.
It was over much too soon, because momma don’t mess with naptime, but I am grateful for the few hours we got to see each other. Since I am surely not hauling my ass down to Belize, it is going to be an awfully long time before we get together again.
But, we’ll need to do it again. And maybe by then the kids will be old enough to refrain from pulling the table back and forth from each other at lunch time.