A couple weekends ago, a friend threw us a sip-n-see party to show off Miles that got insanely wild. It didn’t even really get rolling until 12*. And, while parties like this usually wrap up around 3*, we kept partying until well past 5*.
(*All references to time are in the p.m.)
It really was a great party that mostly consisted of friends I’ve practically known since I was Miles’ age. Amazingly, that’s just a mild exaggeration.
With such history, to state we haven’t been strangers in getting together in a celebratory capacity through the years would be a mild understatement. But this was truly a first.
All of a sudden a baby in a baby carrier became the new twelve-pack as practically everyone was carrying one into the party. Brunch with fresh fruit and stinky cheese replaced the late night frozen pizza. People were sprawled all over the floor…playing with babies.
At one point in time, I entered the living room and reality hit me with the sight of Miles as only one of four babies poking, or laughing at, one another in the room. My first thought was whoa, whatever happened to, never mind, I was told there was need of a diaper change…speaking of change…
Big thanks to Casie who threw a killer baby bash. And, to all the friends, loved and wee ones who joined.
Pictures to come.
