The one about the playgroup

I love having people around. It energizes me. Don’t get me wrong; I like peace and quiet and alone time just as much as the next frazzled mother. But if I had a choice between quietly staying home with a book or going out to dinner with friends, I’d probably choose the friends.

So when I moved here I knew I’d better find me some o’ those friends, and fast, or I just might be liable to pack myself up and head back to Ch@ttanooga, lickety split.

After a few weeks of thumb-twiddling, I did a Google search for “[omitting location] playgroup” and, wala! I found one. That playgroup ended up not really working out for us and truth be told, it could have provided far more blog fodder than I actually made use of. (In the off chance one of those members stumbled across this here blog, I’ve stayed far, far away.)

Anyhoo.

But I did meet a couple of fantastic ladies and we sort of made up our own playgroup of our own perfect size and which perfectly fits our needs. I already mentioned we got together yesterday despite the snow (‘cept Alissa, chicken!), but I also wanted to record some playdate highlights. For posterity. Or something.

Such as the kids swarming over this bowl of blueberries. You would have thought it was a bowl of chocolate covered marshmallows sprinkled with cotton candy and a side of gummy bears.


Blueberries, the kids love ‘em.

Or Julia’s toy laptop. One of my kids’ favorites.



They come by it honestly.

And, lastly, after the kids had mostly finished up eating lunch, I glanced over to see Adelaide swiping hot dog pieces off another child’s plate and stuffing them into her mouth as fast as she could.


Baby oatmeal with applesauce puree or hot dogs?

She’ll have the hot dogs.