We had some friends over for a BBQ Saturday night and got some insight into what our life will soon become.
We had two babies — one 10-month-old and one 6-month-old — among the crew of guests. And it was so much fun seeing what's in store for us. Issac, our neighbor's son, was crawling around and exploring our dining room most of the night. I never knew the room was so interesting — or that the glass on our china cabinet was so tasty... but Isaac sure enjoyed it!
And Layla, another friend's daughter, was a little more unsure of her new surroundings but seemed to have some fun with the crowd.
With the babies around, there wasn't a dull moment the entire night. And it might sound crazy, but I felt like I was back in the house I grew up in. And it felt good to have that big-family-bustle feeling for an evening. I was transported back to Schneider dinners of past, especially when our friend Casey spilled her entire glass of pink lemonade right as we all sat down. There was rarely a night in the Schneider house growing up where someone didn't spill milk or drop a plate full of food just as all seven of us had finally assembled at the table.
I never realized how comforting — not quite the right word, maybe comfortable — it can make me feel to help respond to the chaos of cleaning up a sudden mess or keeping tabs on the little ones as they look for trouble to get into.
Don't get me wrong. Part of me totally misses the BBQs of recent years where my biggest concern was whether we had enough beer to make it through the night. But I'm starting to get excited and feel *almost* ready for the other responsibilities heading my way.
Maybe this is just the hormones talking, but I think Brian and I are even going to enjoy some of the hard stuff that comes along with parenthood. Feel free to remind me of this bold statement in a couple months when I'm hundreds of diapers in and even more sleep-deprived...
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