I suspect my writing funk is a direct result of the fact that I am currently required to hang out with a bunch of babies all day, instead of passing away my days with just mommy (and the various adults that came in and out of my life periodically), peacefully sitting in deep contemplation and introspection. Nowadays, there are loud, laughing, screaming, drooling, burping babies around me all the time. And our mommies do things like crowd us together on the floor in a circle and take pictures of us. And then the baby next to me starts licking my hand, of all things. It's utter barbarism.
Of course, if you haven't noticed by now, I may have a penchant for complaining for dramatic effect. Truth is, I am quite enamored with all my new baby friends, boys and girls alike. And the baby who licked my hand? Her name is Harper and I think she's pretty cool. I applaud her audacity. And I was more than happy to share my hand. I must confess I love to lick it too.
Last weekend, after the hubbub of Halloween subsided, mommy and I went for a nice quiet lunch with her friend Erika and baby Hugo. Baby Hugo is my kind of guy. He looks a lot like me (we both have very charming chubby cheeks) and he acts a lot like me too. For example, he, like I, cannot sit quietly throughout an entire lunch. It's because we both have a joie de vivre about us.
On Monday, I had lunch with my buds Aidan and Brady at our moms' favorite spot - Crosby Kitchen. On Wednesday, I went to music class at Old Town School of Folk Music (we go every Wednesday). I love music class. Our teacher plays her guitar and all the mommies sit around singing to their babies. There are some pretty cool babies in the class, including one stunning little baby girl named Teddy. Maybe one day I will work up the nerve to sit next to her in class. On Thursday, we had book club a/k/a baby club (more on that below). And on Friday, I went on a long walk with my favorite twin girls Clara and Violet. Our mommies took us to Starbucks and Home Depot. A curious combo of destinations, but I didn't care where we were going as long as those little twin ladies were by my side.
On Thursday, mommy met with her book club (which is actually our mommies' group). On our walk to our host Jennifer's house, I was envisioning and looking forward to an intelligent and animated discussion of The Great Gatsby. Silly, silly, severely mistaken me. The scene that unfolded before me was anything but what I had imagined. There were babies everywhere, taking up every square inch of Jennifer's living room floor. There were mommies drinking wine and a very large spread of delicious-looking snacks. And there was a very abbreviated discussion of the book, which was very quickly trumped by talk of babies, breastfeeding babies, sleeping habits of babies, baby poop and pee, and anything else you can think of relating to babies. The event culminated with the mommies positioning the babies in a circle on the floor for a group picture. And the icing on the cake? I later discovered that mommy didn't even read to book. (She claims to have read it twice in the past, but I am skeptical. And in any event, she didn't reread it or even try to skim it as a refresher in preparation for the book club).
To all the book club mommies - drop the act, ladies. Stop choosing books and just rename the event "baby club."
Love,
WFT
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