Birthday Party

I wrote my phone number on a piece of paper, shoved it in October’s pocket, hastily told her how I thought she could ask in Spanish to use the phone and I left. If I followed Parents magazine advice I would have also asked if there were guns in the home. At least in the states. Not sure I they have the right to bear arms here.

I took October to her first birthday party here. I dropped her off at a home/restaurant with a family that spoke NO English. After we arrived and before I left, I had a fleeting urge to just smile, scoop October up (lets just pretend I can still lift her) and go home. But I didn’t and she had a great time. Free refills of coco-cola and night-time zombie chase made for a good party it seems.

I picked her up 2.5 hours later, had a beer with the host and a few other moms (half who were smoking) and stumbled through some not so awkward conversation on where we were from and how long we would be here. And October likely forgot 10 minutes into the party about the phone number tucked in her pocket.

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  1. Amazing how kids adapt so quickly. And the mom!

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