Nice to Meet You

Give me some popsicles, some water to let my girls splash in, and a few squirts of sun screen and I’m happy and pretty content. We’ve been living outside, and I say that with not much of an stretch, because Audrey’s been taking her morning nap in the stroller while we walk and her afternoon nap I walk her outside until she conks. (Still nursing, but trying to cut down a bit…hard) Anyhow, our backyard has been a splendid place to be, even with the discovery of the Rue Plant that caused horrible rashes on both girls’ legs.

And it seems, after six years of being in our home, we’re’making friends that actually live nearby. We were on an evening walk and a little family that recently moved to our ‘hood noticed us and flagged us down to introduce themselves. We stayed talking in their driveway while Maggie played with their daughter. But then two things happened:

1. We got invited into the backyard to see their chickens…..which was SO great because I love farm-fresh eggs…..but real chickens terrify me. Like make me sweat, similar to how I feel about rats.  So, as the chickens ran wild and Maggie and their daughter fed them a leftover taco, I had to play it cool. But…

2. When we decided to go on an evening walk, I changed in to a pair of jeans that I haven’t worn in ages….and I think I realized why when the zipper kept going down. And the tank top that I was wearing wasn’t long enough to cover up the zipper. And I had a really, really weird bandana on my head because I hadn’t showered in a long time (grooooossss). 

I tried my best to act cool with the chickens chasing me while Barry talked to the dad in the front yard and I wrangled the girls and tried to keep my zipper up  in the backyard. 

It was all sorts of awkward. 

Like a horrible first date. 

And then we realized we stayed too long because Maggie did the potty dance and we had to go inside their house to use the bathroom….and by that time Audrey was back in the stroller and I was hoping that the stroller would block my zipper situation. 

I’m not entirely sure that it did.

And it reminded me of the time that Barry’s brother saw my 9months pregnant butt…..

They gave us their contact information and asked us to get in touch anyhow. 

Barry and I were glad that we didn’t seem too nerdy to be friends with…..

and I’m planning on donating/burning those jeans before we invite them over. 

Time to get the shorts out anyhow.