Party Foul

The day began with Sunni, Ava, Jackson, and I loading into the 'burban and heading out to The Shops at Willow Bend. We met Lauren, Simri, Natalie, and their little ones for a playdate. We all have random connections, but we mostly know each other through Blog-ville. What neat women! We really enjoyed getting to visit with them and watch our kiddos play. Jackson was not as outgoing as he can be, but he got a kick out of watching the big kids. He wants to be one so bad.

And the mall? Why have I lived up here for almost three years and not visited until now? It had so many good stores - Baby Style, Anthropologie, Janie and Jack, Forever 21, to name a few. I have been too stuck on the Galleria to drive 6 miles past it and expand my horizons. Dallas kind of has this aura of wealth, beauty, and extravagance. When we go places in Dallas I'm always saying, This is where the beautiful people live...shop...eat...whatever. This mall is definitely where the beautiful mommies go! I've never seen so many women with strollers in my life.

While we were eating lunch I was very shocked to see that my son was not interested in eating. He is not one to skip meals. So what's up? He just lounged in his stroller like a little bachelor. I can't explain it - you just have to see how he sits. He's such a little man. Suddenly I smelled something horrible. It was my son and his little tummy was sick. Party foul #1: diaper blowout. His shorts were done for, but I had to wipe down the messy parts of his onesie and continue to let him wear it. I even had poo on my shirt. G-l-a-m-o-r-o-u-s.

This evening Sunni and I loaded the babies in her car and headed to an evening playdate at Janelle's with Ella, Joshua, and Laney. All of our husbands had things to do tonight, so it was perfect. No get-together at Janelle's would be complete without something crazy happening, like two separate surprise pregnancy announcements in one night or someone catching their child's poop in their hand. I'm not sure why we didn't make some predictions on the way there. We had some yummy pizza and then the babies swam in Ella's pool. You know how they say not to swim right after a meal? It turns out there's a reason for that. Party foul #2: Jackson swallowed a mouthful of water and then blew major chunks in the pool. Luckily there was only one other baby in the water - poor Ava - and she was promptly removed. That was the end of the swimming. I hosed Jackson down but apparently I should have had someone hose me down, too. Two changes of clothes later and the smells of the day are still l-i-n-g-e-r-i-n-g.