Aside from the cake mashed into the carpet and a few other minor fatalities on the domestic bliss front, we had a great time, sharing stories of kids, routines, and domestic politics (aka how come we could hold down responsible jobs but find running a household with kids SO challenging).
A big thanks also goes out to the makers of the movie, Madagascar, now thankfully on DVD, which chilled the littl'uns down a tad after too much sugar.
Two friends came armed, not just with salads, toys and kids in tow, but also bags of clothes.
I am amazed at their generosity. And it's not just them. As soon as we knew we were having a bubba, nearly everyone we know was giving us stuff. Stuff we didn't even know we would need. And boy have we needed it.
Which gets you to thinking. Why haven't we always circulated our other clothes and possessions with anything near as much zealousness. (Yeah crap word I know but hey it's late).
This must be the ultimate communist moment in the circle of life.
