Burbia

We are trying to get out of the apartment more with the babies. On Saturday we went to Central Park. I guess we had a picnic- we sat on a rock and split a sandwich. I guess that's a picnic. The babies slept the entire time. They missed a bunch of women stopping and ooogling over them.

Sunday we went to a friend's baby shower. They are having twin boys. I hope the boys are a few weeks away and holding off from entering the world- as mom has been a hospitalized a few times with early labor issues.

At the baby shower M and I chatted with a gay couple that moved recently with their daughter to Maplewood, NJ. A town we were (are?) considering moving to. It's a diverse town and short train ride in NYC. I was raised in Jersey but left for Wash DC and later nyc. I still have family and friends in Jersey, but no real desire to return to the state. Anyway, this woman at the shower was telling us that there were several same-sex couples with kids on their block....but it was such a big change for them. They moved out of park slope (where else?) and find it incredibly quiet.

M loves the quiet. She craves it. Me- I could use it...but usually try to drown it out with some talk radio or talking television talking head. We aren't looking for a house right now, but I guess this coming winter? Who knows. I fear feeling like a fish out of water in the burbs. Actually, I will feel like a fish in mashed potatoes....Completely out of my element. At least a fish out of water is flopping around outside his bowl and can still see fish water. When we move to burbia I fear I will drown in a sea of potato.

But- I hope I can adjust and I think aidan already wants to throw sticks in his back yard. I just get this vibe he wants to run already...his sister is still a bit more mellow and sleepy. I imagine throwing sticks and catching bugs will be in her future.