One of the new-to-me-year resolutions I made was to spend more time with people.
Since I’ve shared many times (confession is good for the soul; hopefully also good for inducing change) that I sometimes have avoidance issues. That’s the nice way of saying it. I feel like being nice to myself today so it works.
Avoidance in the past few years has extended into a realm I previously thought avoidance couldn’t go: to friends, family, to the most beloved and dearest of peeps in my life. Hello, can someone please remind me the Real Kate is a borderline extrovert? Just ask the Meyers-Briggs Assessment… pinky swear.
Mom popped in yesterday morning to find Co and I just waking up at 8 (glorious! sleeping in is highly underrated) and still in our jammies and still sporting our morning hair. She invited us to go with her and Aunt Deb to have dinner with Aunt Jenny in Indiana. I said yes without even thinking… that is my new strategy for getting back to my friendly self… just say yes, silly.
We had a morning of errands which all took longer than expected, so I decided why not just have fun with it? Instead of driving back to the house or being frustrated that I forget the ever-important ‘juicy’ (‘juice cup’ in Cohen-speak), we just went to Tim Horton’s for a little mom and son bonding. I brought in the toys. I let him have his own yogurt cup and juice. I let him feed and water himself (trust me- it was a lot more watering and a lot less drinking). He made a huge mess. We read his animal book. He proudly named the animals he recognized and made up pretend names for the ones he didn’t know. He made lots of the animal sounds…and he did it with gusto. I never knew a quacking duck could sound so gutteral and LOUD. He made a point to greet everyone who was coming and going (I think this kid may have a future as a Walmart Greeter.. you know, like in 60 years). He even made friends with the apparently homeless guy who had come in to warm up since April decided to try on the Winter hat.
Stained up with berry and yogurt spots, we left Tim Horton’s to finish the errands. I checked them off the list as we drove and signed things and met with people and shopped and mailed things. When I made my final check and pulled into the driveway it was almost 1:30 and Cohen was asleep.
Luckily he woke up happy and we showered and got some lunch and prepared for the 2 hour trip ahead of us. I had hoped to move nap time so Co could sleep on the ride to Richmond, but alas my plans failed. I thought he would scream, but he happily sang along to Beth’s new record (to come out soon) and gabbed at us the whole way.
My Aunt Jenny is the second of the four sisters in the Holzbauer family. She had a birthday in early March and while I won’t say her age (cause she’d kill me) I will say the girl looks a good 15 -20 years younger than she is. When I want to get a tan next time, I am going to remind myself how great her skin looks.
The five of us had a great time, visiting and laughing and catching up with one another over our dinner. Cohen was surprisingly wonderful. We all talked and paid him little attention for over two hours and he was a little angel. Of course, I did spend about 30 minutes holding my water glass so he could play with the ice and straw and lemon slices. But trust you me, that’s a small price to pay for a lovely evening with an (almost) two year old.
When it was about time to go, Aunt Deb had the waitress and her entourage sing a birthday song to Jenny and I. There were no sombreros so it was only mildly embarressing. And apparently it was a night for birthdays because just after we’d let Cohen out of his highchair, the singing waitresses and waiters moved on to the table next to ours. Cohen ended up right in the middle of them, looking a little confused, but happy as a little lark.