House of babies
So, the 4th was fun. Three couples came over, all good friends of ours and we cooked and hung out and played some foosball — JP Targete was a demon who couldn’t be beat. The weirdest part was that they all had babies around the same age (6 months-ish). You couldn’t take two steps without tripping over an infant.
My wife and I have two kids (6 years old and almost 10). We were really the first of our friends to have children, so while everyone else would be going out at night and doing all the things you do before you have kids, we were at home, doing the things you do AFTER you have kids.
Now the tables have turned and it felt a little like what I’d guess being a grandparent must feel like. It was great fun to see all the chubby-cheeked babies, to hold them and play with them and then, when they started to cry, to say “You want to see mommy, don’t you!” and hand them off.
Our other great friends, Todd and Melanie, weren’t able to make it because they live out in Pacific Grove (5 or 6 hours from us) but they also have a kid about that age. I wish they could have been there — it would’ve been 4 for 4.
So… it was a fun holiday, babies were everywhere and, after things quieted down, we relaxed for the evening and I read some of Neil Gabler’s biography of Walt Disney. Yeah, I know the man apparently had a dark side (Disney, not Gabler) that has been much reported but, damn, he did some incredible things. I wish I had the drive that he had.
Anyway, there’s a lot of pages that want to be written, so I better get to it. More later.