Desmond isn’t around other kids every day. Hanging with me most of the week and his nanas for the remainder, his companions for the most part are in their 30s or 60/70s and as far as Desmond is concerned, we might as well be 200. When we do get him around other kiddos, though, I’m always pleasantly surprised. I love watching him interact with his peers like he’s an old pro socialite.
This week he had the chance to play with a couple different crowds of kids. First, we went away for New Years, as we’ve done for the past five or six years, with John’s college crowd. We rented an awesome house in New Hampshire and feasted and played games as usual, but this time there were babies and several of them for that matter. We watched them play and hoped they’d nap and enjoyed their antics, mostly (except when Desmond was waking up every other hour or so after being put down, usually to point out the exceptional ceiling fan in the room we were staying). We dressed them all alike and lined them up and started what we decided would be an annual tradition of matching their pajamas.
Today, we had my best girlfriends and their respective incredibly handsome sons over to watch football, eat chili, and cause a general raucous. When I spied that my friend Sarah’s boys were wearing matching shirts that Des also had, I made a quick wardrobe change to capitalize on another chance for outfit matching.
It’s just been too too good to be true to have had all this family and friend time over the holidays. How blessed we’ve been to spend our time enjoying each other’s company, when our outfits are matching and when they aren’t.