I love being around other mamas, chatting about life and motherhood, and taking in the the adorableness of their little babes.
I hate how exhausted, cranky, and just plain pooped I feel afterward.
Why, you ask, would I feel cranky and exhausted and kind of like I want to curl up in the fetal position with an entire bottle of wine?
My kid never.sits.still.
I spent half of Sunday's 'picnic in the park' playdate with two of my 'mama friends' chasing down my energetic 13-month-old. The other two mamas' little boys were angelic in comparison. They sat on the blankets we laid out, sipped sweetly from their sippy cups, ate their snacks dutifully, occasionally shining glorious smiles up at their mothers.
Cormac, on the other hand, did not sit down once. Okay, well, a few times he stood around long enough for me to feed him a few blackberries, but then he would head for the hills.
Remember Luigi on Super Mario 2 for classic Nintendo - how his legs would go-go-go in a circle and never stop? That is what I kept thinking of as Cormac shot out of my arms across the enormous expanse of lawn.
His target was always something different. A guy with a basketball. A dog. Another baby (even though I found it nearly impossible to get him to socialize with the two little boys we were on a playdate with.)
There were about twenty conversations I had to rudely leave midway through because I had to chase down my son.
I apologize, ladies! I really was interested in what you were saying.
Here are the few pics I managed to get of the three boys. Please note how calm and sweet two of them look, and how precocious one of them looks.
Here is where he dove headfirst into one of my friends' strollers - the storage compartment. Nice!
I love his personality and that he is really active, like Hubby and I, but dang.
This mama be tired.
He seriously needs to be in a sport - now.