I remember talking to my friend Carey ad nauseum about how in the world I was going to go to Target. Do I leave the kids in the car, grab a cart, and then load them up? What if it was hot and someone saw me and called CPS and they took my children away? If I took everyone out of the car, I would have a toddler, a barely walking 14 month old, and a baby in a carrier - how could I even make it to the front door? What if I parked by the cart return and then just loaded the kids there? What if my timing was off and they had just cleared the parking lot of carts - I'd be screwed? TOTALLY SCREWED!!!
I wholly believe now that sometimes, she would just set the phone down, go do a puzzle with her kids on the floor, start a load of laundry, and come pick the phone up thirty minutes later just as I was coming to the end of my monologue and saying 'TOTALLY SCREWED' in a screechy-high, panicky voice.
Anyway, about this same time, we got a call from our church. A precious blind couple living in the US from Africa had just had a baby and they were wondering if I could help the new mom out with new mom type things. By the above paragraph about the aneurism I almost gave myself going to Target , it would appear that my only qualification to be of any help was my actual ability to birth small children.
For the next year or so, I got to hang out with Afi and Godfried as we nursed babies (but not for inappropriately long or inappropriately short periods of time so as not to wage some stupid Mommy War), changed diapers, worked on sleeping schedules - oh, for the babies, too - and did laundry.
We baptized the little munchers together...
Side note: Here is Trey and I looking young and spry at Godfried's birthday party.
And, just for fun, I stuck in this picture from my 40th birthday weekend. You know what the difference is? If you guessed Trey's t-shirt you're wrong. I think he might be wearing that bad boy under his jacket. The difference is my favorite couple - decent lighting and photoshop.
Moving on...shortly after he turned two, Godfried's family moved out of the country and we hadn't seen them in years. Godfried came back this week to visit friends in Dallas so the kids and I got to hang out with him and swim and eat 10 popsicles each thanks to the Steele's.
The kids were so small when Godfried moved away, they barely remembered each other but, like old friends, they laughed and played all morning.
And speaking of old friends, Carey turned 40 this weekend so we celebrated with a little G.N.O. here in Dallas. G.N.O. is short for Girls Night Out, not gynecological appointment like I initially thought. She likes to remind me every 48 seconds or so how I'm older than she is by a good 6 months. And that I wasn't a cheerleader. I think it's payback for having to listen to me agonize about going to Target.
This isn't a picture of the whole crew but the pictures we have of everyone are by the pool which, for some of us (and by 'us', I mean 'me'), stretch the capabilities of both decent lighting and Photoshop.
Which both become more and more necessary when celebrating old friends. Some, older than others...