A Mom For An Evening

This past Saturday evening I helped my friend watch two little ones. Two very cute, very ornery, very sweet little ones. And I have a confession: it was one of the most fun evenings I have had in a long time.

I know that may sound crazy but I am pretty sure my heart needed it. That, or my hormones were raging out of control and I had temporarily lost my mind.

But either way, it was pretty great.

Let me give you a run-down of the evening:

• We played games with a fair amount of cheating involved
• We tried on multiple pairs of shoes, all varying shades of pink and purple and ranging from flip flops to snow boots
• We walked six blocks to the park with a wagon, a baby buggy, a fake baby, four water bottles, two blankets, two kids and two adults and we only stayed for 20 minutes
• We ate Chinese food, chicken nuggets, fruit salad and York peppermint patties for dinner
• We washed faces, washed hands, changed diapers and fished lo mein noodles out of crevices
• We sang songs, read books and snuggled
• And I got the privilege of having the little one fall asleep on me and he was completely squishy and wonderful and hot and sweaty and perfect.

So yes, I needed it. I needed to see itty bitty jeans and onesies. I needed to smell Baby Magic. And I needed to have sticky fingers get stuck in my hair.

And at the end of the night, I needed to go home and sleep in my bed, uninterrupted.

So I guess if I couldn't have been on a hot date at Maggiano's, followed by salsa dancing and a walk on the beach (hey, a girl can dream, can't she?), this was a pretty stellar way to spend a Saturday night.