A friend said to me today “I’m so sorry that whenever we come round, she eats all your food” (she being her toddler). I’ve never had a problem with this and in fact quite enjoy feeding any toddler who is round at my house. Shortly after having that said to me, it dawned on me that (for us at least), toddlers are the new going out.
My wife and I have always enjoyed entertaining in our home – good friends, good food, good wine, good laugh and shocking hangovers were all on the menu. We love having a house full of people. Noise, laughter, music and warmth are what this house was built for.
However, since having Olivia, we haven’t been in any fit state to have evenings like that. For a start, our chat has deteriorated to that of nappies, sleeping, tantrums and beds vs cots. Unless you’re a parent at the same stage as us, you won’t want to come back! There’s also the matter of a sleeping child upstairs. Despite many people we know having children who can sleep through raucous parties, we do not.
Thankfully, mother nature knows how to fill that gaping hole – friends with toddlers. I think she ensures that there are always a given number of women pregnant in any one area, making sure that the social equilibrium is kept in check.
Of pretty much every person I now count as a friend, I knew none of them before my wife became pregnant. Now I see many of them at least twice a week, which to me is lovely.
So when once the house was filled with adults, wine glasses and dinner tables, it is now filled with children, tired parents, chopped fruit and paint. It’s still full of laughter though. And I love it.