Weekend Update

Where'd the weekend go? I always feel like it's over before it begins. Friday night, my Mom put the kids to bed and we went to see The Dark Knight. My thoughts? Good movie, definitely recommend it...but, not mind-blowing for me. I think I enjoyed Batman Begins more, it was a little darker and seedier. Heath Ledger's performance was exceptional. IMO they could've picked a sexier female lead...Maggie Gyllenhaal, although fabulous and talented in her own right, doesn't fit the bombshell mold. I was also distracted by the professional woman sitting next to me, still dressed in her business suit, sneakily wiping her greasy fingers on her seat next to her leg. She thought she was being discreet. Yeah, no. Every time, after shoveling a wheelbarrow load of popcorn into her mouth, she'd slowly bring her right arm down to lie next to her thigh for a minute. And, then back up again to grab her soda. Napkins, anyone? No thanks, I'll just wipe my hands on the seat. Oh, here's a booger, too.

After the movie, we drove around in search of a place still serving sushi. Miyako's has last call at 11:45 p.m. SCORE! I don't think I need to find another place...ever. We talked about the boys, our parents, our form of parenting, our mental state of being and our future. We went home and before we went to sleep, KD said "Man, I can't wait to see the boys in the morning.". "I know, me either." I said. Then Kale came into the room at 6:40 a.m. and we changed our minds "Why are you up already???? Can you stay in your bed a little longer?". Fine.

I was reading a quote by Tiger Woods in Golf Digest yesterday (yes, I read Golf Digest. And usually more than Keith b/c he doesn't have the time. I'll say "Did you read...?" and he's all "No, Lord, where do you find the time to read that? I make time, baby. Let's just say I'm pretty regular.) Everyone always told him, after he had his little girl, that it just keeps getting better and better. I know I've heard it and I've also said it. And, boy does it! I think that will be my staple advice for anyone having kids. Everyday we wake up eager to see these little guys- see what they're gonna do or say that makes us laugh. They are constantly growing and learning and just plain amazing us.

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On Saturday, Kale had a girl over for a play-date. Well, it was a casual dinner with friends from KD's job, who happen to have a 4 year old girl. Kale wanted his shirt off, so Lily decided that she, too, wanted to be shirtless. Her mother said it was fine, but hoped that Lily would come to her own conclusion that this wouldn't be socially acceptable as a 12 yr old girl.

They laughed, screamed, chased each other, smothered each other with a blanket, played restaurant and at the end of the night when they couldn't play anymore, they curled up on the couch to watch Curious George sharing a blanket, all on their own. I tried to secretly take a picture, but wasn't sneaky enough. So sweet...so sweet at 3 yrs old.

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On Saturday morning, we went to Mister Car Wash to get the oil changed and a car wash. I started talking to another Mom with a 18 month old boy. I had Mack and was letting him tear into the can car fresheners while we talked "shop". Keith and Kale were busy watching the cars get cleaned up. These conversations always start up the same, it's like dating, but instead of a love connection, you're making a Mom-connection. The questions are the same...how old is he/she?, is that you're first?, are you going to have any more?, is he/she still on the bottle?, talk a lot?, good/finicky eater?, come here often?, do you live around here? etc, etc, etc.

Our conversation soon turned to who our boys resembled (mom or dad). She asked "Can you tell he's half-asian?" "No, I wouldn't assume that at first glance. I wouldn't really know. It's like you can't put your finger on it." I said. I told her that I don't really see "color" in my kids, they're just my kids. I don't see them one way or the other. She told me that his father was Vietnamese and she was Hispanic. Okay. Cool! "My husband is Filipino and I'm Hispanic, too." I told her. Cool! We confirmed that we did indeed love our mixed babies. Keith and Kale came looking for me and Mack. I introduced them and told her it was nice meeting her. I told Mack to tell her son goodbye and thank you, afterall Mack did eat like 4 of his banana slices. Mack grunted and did a forward hand slice.

We paused and felt like we didn't want to leave things like that. I mean, we shared a moment. So, we decided to exchange numbers. She asked for my number first. So I shouldn't be the one to call her, right? And, how long do I wait to call, if I do make the first call? I don't want to seem desperate or a weirdo. And, what should the first outing be? Somewhere public for sure, but not too distracting to where we can't get to know each other and see if this has potential of going anywhere. I mean, I'm not looking for a BFF. Making friends used to not be so difficult. What if she doesn't call?...I hope she calls.