Last weekend, my friend GrrlTraveler and her daughter E came over for the first playdate I’ve ever hosted in this house. We don’t have that many guests, even though we now live in a space almost twice the size of our old apartment and in this space we actually have chairs! No more asking people to kindly sit together on our one couch! No more asking people if they could bring over some pillows and if they could refrain from stomping because our neighbor downstairs has already complained that we SING TOO LOUDLY to our son!
I don’t know why I have been so apprehensive to invite people over when we have a lovely house and I like to think that we are lovely people. We don’t have anything overtly weird, like a velvet Jesus painting in the house or a shelf full of porcelain roosters. Though maybe that’s what we’re missing? Shelves stocked with self-help books and romance novels. A pantry full of boxed wine and goldfish crackers. Floors littered with unfinished Sudoku puzzles. Instead, we have a modest, normal home with the exception of a fish mural in the living room, aquatic wallpaper in our son’s room, a toilet with fish decals and an aquatic toilet seat. So not weird, right? Except if you think living on the set of Finding Nemo is quirky.
It took a while before E and Nathan started playing with each other rather than Nathan focusing on Elmo, totally oblivious that a beautiful little girl was there to play with him. Then our cats appeared and both of the kids realized that these animals were just toys that moved. However, that was the end of their good times as they spent the rest of the day crying and accusing each other of not having his/her back. Evidence below: