We're In

Last Monday, one day after arriving in town, the following conversation took place...

Tage: "We've been invited over to Libby and Kevin's on
Saturday."

Tegan: "I don't know who Libby and Kevin are."

Tage: "You've met them a couple of times, they're friends of JR and
Cate."

Tegan: "Why are they inviting us over?"

Tage: "We're in the club now, we have a kid."

I'm always up for meeting people (and seeing the inside of their homes) so Saturday night the three of us got all spiffed up (Heidi, you're going to hate this but I went in my Converse- I'm a new mom, it's allowed) and drove the few blocks between our house and the Sanchez' (I learned from Facebook the next day that that was their last name.) We brought a bottle of wine, one couple brought a home made lemon meringue pie, another couple arrived bearing a small silver and gold shiny box (ladies, you know the one... these people brought a hostess gift from Nordstrom!) There were quite a few people there, all but one couple had children and many of them brought them.

As I stood there in the dining room that was painted in designer colors and grounded by stunning original hardwood floors, in front of an table scape of cheese and wines and even pizza for the kids, I thought to myself, "This is just the beginning." It won't be long before I have a moms group, play dates, and will be taking walks with Mason in the jogger stroller, Starbucks in in the cup holder, along with the other neighborhood moms.

These people, who hadn't been interested in carrying on a conversation with me the few other times we've been at social gatherings together, now wanted to know how the nursing was going, how much Mason is sleeping, and offered to help out any time I needed a break. It was quite surreal.

It's official. Mason was our ticket in. We are now members of the "Secret Parents Club" of our neighborhood.