Tom left town today to attend the Pitchfork festival in Chicago. It’s essentially nirvana for people who love the whole indie music scene, so he gets to spend a long weekend soaking up music while I watch the kids. But come August, it’s my turn to get away. I just have pump like the dickens until then.
But we’re keeping busy.
Today our friends Bena and Kaitlin came into town for a wedding. Kaitlin was one of Neko’s very first friends from way back in the days where we moms sat around a big blanket and watched our kids figure out what their hands were for and attempt to roll over. We sipped our coffee and talked about how hard this motherhood thing was. I suppose it was hard at the time, but we had no idea what challenges lay ahead of us.
We got the kids together at Nancy’s house, and they romped and played and squabbled over big plastic vehicles, and it was almost like Bena had never picked up and moved to New York. If only we could have transported Marlo and her crew across a state or two, things would have felt complete.
It’s hard to get a good picture of three four-year-olds. This is the best I could do. Yes, Neko is hamming it up, but at least she’s not picking her nose.