Well, we already had a few strikes on us: First, Jack was covered in the avocado he had just eaten (one of the best baby foods ever) and had no pants on (see my post about the awesomeness of wearing Bum Genius diapers). I was similarly bedraggled (well, I did have pants on); being a SAHD can wreak havoc on your personal hygiene if you’re not careful. Second, these looked like pretty cool and hip parents who were at least 10 years my junior. Third, I’ve never been a good conversationalist, and I am still getting used to my new identity of being a SAHD, which is difficult to talk about when you used to identify yourself only through your work.
After 45 minutes of babies romping around and parents chatting, Jack had charmed them enough, and I didn’t botch it. They invited us over to the park again this afternoon for a happy hour/playdate! Four kids and Eight adults. Crawling around in the grass for the kids and beer for the adults! Wahoo….we’re in!
Man, this is really harder than dating! I sure hope we don’t blow it! Hmmmm…maybe I should give Jack a bath and find some pants for him. And, perhaps take a shower myself?