We just got back from a fun camping trip with families from Rex’s pre school. Rex is part of the “cool Senior set” 4 and 5 year olds who are all about to chuck the sand box for long hours of structured learning. Oh, they have no idea what a buzz kill that will be.
I have bagged the trip before because it always falls on my birthday ( thanks, thanks), but because it’s our swan song we went. So glad we did. Great time, great people and being sung to by a campfire as I look up at stars ( non existent in LA) is a nice way to bring a new year in. Though why I had to hear so many times “29 again?” Chortle, chortle. Hey, why is it SO funny that I would be 29? Do I look THAT bad?
One bummer was that oddly NOT ONE family had an older sibling Viv’s age. There was on 7 year old boy, but different universe. Not one older sister. Note, to self, if we go again kidnap a third grade girl for the weekend, “don’t worry, we will take care of her and bring back on Sunday.”
LOTS of people with little kids. I loved holding the occasional baby. That sweet new human smell they have is like NOTHING else. It’s a primal connection. Nature knows what it is doing. I whiff that and I would take that child in and make them my own if needed. HOWEVER, all the toddlers, 3 year olds only made me pat myself on that back for demanding my husband get a vasectomy. Seeing so many people trying to reason, cajole their 2 and 3 year olds gave a tiny bit of glee. I don’t have to deal with this ( much) anymore.
The irrational, no reason, OCD, crazy people that rule you. No thanks. My fiver old is no walk in the walk. I don’t want to go through that again. So, I looked for a snap shot of when I was in that mode. When all you can do is crack up, or find the comedy.
But, Gosh, look at those curls! Sniff, sniff.