When coffee turns to wine

When the 10:00am sessions at the park or someone's house over coffee, tea, bickies and muffins while the kids crawl around on the floor are a thing of the past, that's when you know life is just that much easier and more enjoyable, especially when there is wine involved, and especially when someone else is looking after your kid's dietary requirements.

Last week we had a kids dinner at one of my Plunket coffee group buddy Danielle's place. Despite us turning up an hour late (Kien is in the process of dropping his nap, but in doing so he kinda falls asleep at random/inappropriate times - like 3:30pm?!?).

Once upon a time a scene as depicted in the storyboard/collage above would have frightened me to no end, but now? It pleases me beyond belief! How I love seeing kids playing and eating together. I never thought I would love it as much as I do. Yeah, gushy and yucky talk for all you non gushy-over-kids folk. I know who you are, that's OK, I forgive you.

But it is with toys and finger food and wine, so it's all good.

Davida brought along her 5 week old little girl, Neve - so now I am officially the only one in the group with only one child.

Her brother was lovin' her like crazy - it was so sweet to see.

Kien got hold of the rock guitar and mic, and he got himself all set up to play a gig for his friends.

Then he was into it.

He even did the typical thing of acting like a rockstar and throwing his guitar all over the place.

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The week prior it was a meet up for just the mums.

When life as a mother just gets a bit too hectic and crazy it is always nice to go out with like minded people who are in the same phase of childrearing as you are and can relate to your sagas.

I always feel like a paparazzi as I'm always the one whipping out the camera, or holding the camera at some strange angle where I can keep it steady to take suppressed flash pictures. But hey, I'm the one with the bad memory (is there such a thing as permanent nappy brain syndrome?), and I'm the one running a web log of my son's existence (and all peripherals), so therefore I just have to take the pictures, and sometimes I apologise for it, but more often than not everyone is understanding, so thank-you for being understanding!