I went out last night with my girlfriends. Well, my mommy friends. We all left our screaming babies with their dads and went to dinner. Peanut was a bad boy for his Daddy. He seems to know when I am going out even before I leave. Maybe it is the earrings. Or, maybe he doesn’t recognize me with make-up and straight hair. Whatever it is, he knows. And, he acts very needy. Apparently, in the bath tub he insisted on crawling on all fours and trying to drink the bath water. He would not be stopped. Bath time ended early.

We had fun, though. I have noticed that we are no longer talking exclusively about our babies. In fact, we rarely talk about our babies when we get together. We talk about ourselves; who we used to be; where we used to travel; what we used to do. 

I am not sure when the change happened.  When we went from talking only about our babies to talking about ourselves. Maybe it was gradual, maybe not.  Maybe we are just getting more comfortable with each other and are looking for connections outside of our babies.  It is nice to feel like a whole person again.  A person with interests besides babies. I remember telling my mom just a few months ago not to bother talking to me about anything but Peanut.  I simply could not focus on anything besides my baby.  All of the amazing things he was learning. All of the cute things he was doing.  I could still talk about Peanut for days on end.  But, it was fun to escape for a few hours and talk about college and husbands and life.