Finding Time

This weekend I got to reconnect with three wonderful women that I haven’t seen in what seems like ages. They are my three of my closest friends from high school. One of them had a baby shower this past Sunday. Since Aaron volunteered to watch our nieces that day, it only seemed fitting that I bring the boy with me and give Baby Girl a day in which she doesn't have to share her older cousins. 

The thing that I was most delighted by is how despite time (three years since I last saw my friends) the conversations just picked up as if no time had passed. I have to admit, the ease of the conversations kind of made me feel quite the twinge of guilt. Not sure why this happens. And it hasn't just happened with them. It's happened with several of my groups of friends. things get in the way and I kind of forget to make time for myself. I mean, don't even get me started on the last time I took a few hours to get an honest to goodness mandi/pedi. Hell, the last time I got my hair cut I was still in the second trimester with the boy.

On the up-side, the boy was a big hit. He was his usual chill self, ate well, was playful, and managed to draw quite the group of little girls. At one point I went to the bathroom and came back to a group of two little girls surrounding him. The group grew to three, then four. One little girl kept touching his face and wanted to give him kissies. I suspect he kind of liked the attention, at least he did at first. Once the group got a little too close, and a tad too grabby, he started to get a little cranky.  I told Aaron about this. He was proud of his mini ladies man.