Brunch (again…)

O has a very busy social schedule.  This weekend, yet again, I had to escort her for brunch with my friends.  We left the house pretty early so she could take a nap in the car, and to give me plenty of time to find parking in Manhattan (with all the snow, I knew it would be much harder to find one.  I didn’t need to worry… found a spot almost straight away).  But then I waited in the car for a good 45 minutes until baby O woke up from her nap.  And as usual, the Bugaboo gave me anxiety as it took me 10 minutes to just assemble it.  Finally made it to place, and it was pretty crowded, and at first O was very shy and wanted to be held.  Then finally she opened up and she became the ideal child that everyone is used to.  She definetely outdid herself this time.  From drawing, to eating and feeding herself, drinking from her straw sippy cup.  Laughing, clapping, putting our hands, and the such.

My friends made a comment that since O has joined us for get together, our conversations have totally deteriorated.  Whereas before we could always have conversations that revolved around our lives, and what we were up to.  Now, a conversation is started, and then O does something cute, and all of a sudden everyone stops talking, or stops paying attention to what the person is saying, and all eyes are turned on O.

I think soon enough we might be able to hold a normal conversation again.  But who knows when.


About RidgewoodMom

Thirtysomething mom of a baby girl. First and only baby, possibly. First baby amongst my close friends. These are the trials, frustrations and lessons I have learned in raising a single child in New York.
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