My good friend brought her beautiful month old twins over. They were so adorable, like cute little marshmallows. I seriously wanted to eat them up. I figured, since the parents are close, the kids will instantly become best friends and I won't have to wonder who my son is hanging out with. I am well aware that logically, it makes no sense, but it did in my head at the time. Even though I have an infant child, I sometimes catch myself thinking so far into the future that I have even imagined his first high school party.
So, we schedule a meet and greet. My son spent most of the time on his back looking at himself in the mirror, drooling onto his shirt, eating his hand and screeching noises at us. Oh yes, at one point he just dozed off and went on a farting spree. Her sons spent their time sleeping and sleeping and, oh wait, sleeping. We spent the time sharing experiences and talking about the typical new Mom subjects (the delivery, the sleep, the feedings, the adjustment).
The plan was to go and enjoy the outside weather, but then reality arrived. It was my first time with them so I just held them close and smelled them. That made me realize how much my son has grown and that we came a long way in such a short time. Also, how cute and tiny newborns are. I didn't really enjoy babies, especially newborns. I mean they are tiny and defenseless and not at all entertaining for me to be around. My goal was to deliver a 7 year old so we can start interacting right away, talk about common interest and play together in the park. Now that I have a rugrat of my own, it brings certain things in perspective and I have to say that I enjoy being able to check off the parent box.