Playdating
Noah and I had a playdate with a little boy whose mom I met on the internet. She read something that I’d written and saw that my bio mentioned Columbus. She was looking to move here soon so she wrote me to ask the usual new-family-in-town-questions (pediatricians, dentists, etc.). I invited her to check in with our happy-go-lucky Thursday morning hang-out sessions for hip-mama-wannabe’s and she did and fit right in. She’s got two real nice kids. Her son is just a week older than Noah and has this terrific, outgoing personality. Noah (and I) enjoyed hanging with them all immensely.
It takes Noah a fairly long time to warm up in a new environment and he spent the first 45 minutes of the visit in my lap and refusing to talk to anyone. Then he caught sight of this annoyingly shrill, toy trumpet and tooted on that for most of the afternoon. Because this family happens to be so nice, they just smiled while he diligently set about rupturing our eardrums. For some reason, he really wants to play a trumpet. He’s been saying this for about a year, “When I’m bigger, I’m going to play a trumpet!” His (maternal) grandfather and (maternal) uncle both dabbled in trumpet-playing in school so maybe this is genetic.
I’m enjoying not writing this summer. I feel guilty because the lack of additional income means that we have had less luxuries, like we haven’t gotten a zoo membership this year. Still I’m enjoying being at home so much more without deadlines and research. Today after the playdate, Noah and I just books, made muffins, got out the playdough and then sat down and played with some of his little people together. The house is realtively clean and I knew what I was making for dinner so I was able to enjoy just being with him. I’ll tell you, I really want the agent to pick up my book and I want it to sell but if it doesn’t happen, I won’t be too miserable ‘cuz it means I won’t have to write it.
