(And if that’s you, bless your heart for even considering inviting me and my wild little posse into your home).
Dear friend without babies who’s invited us over,
Again, bless you. It’s such a treat not to have to cook a meal. I enjoy cooking and I’ll happily bring a side or dessert, but really, thank you from freeing me from an evening in the kitchen.
I don’t care what you serve. You ordered pizza? Awesome.
Just dessert and coffee? My kids will think you’re amazing because they live in the land of raw honey and Sucanat.
Brace yourself for some flying food. We’ve tried everything (everything) and my 21 month-old still hits my face with eggs while I’m blessing the breakfast.
Don’t worry about a high chair; we’ve got a booster or a Bumbo or a Boppy or some other b-word contraption that we can bring. Or the baby can bounce on my lap. I’ve learned to be (a bit) flexible when away from home.
Actually, maybe the baby could bounce on your lap. Or one of your kids’?
Because really, being able to eat for 10 minutes without regulating on the baby would feel like a vacation to Mexico at this point.
Speaking of your older kids (and by older I mean 5 and up), I’m so glad they’re here. My little ones adore big kids.
No kids? My littles will love on your pet. Big time.
Don’t worry about not having little-kid toys; my preschooler will ask you fifty questions about your house/meal/marital status and just follow the big kids around. My toddler will wander off and we’ll find him hiding in your bedroom closet with your toothbrush.
Actually, he probably just reserves that move for home. So don’t worry about that. Much.
You may witness some melt-downs and my husband and I doing a few face-palms. We’re still new to this whole parenting thing and we can get a little self-conscious about how our kids act in front of others. Please give us lots of grace.
We’re doing the best we can and love to learn from families further down the road.
Thank you for inviting us into your home.
While my daughter may have a potty accident on your carpet and my son may chew up your ear-buds, I just know we’re going to have a great time getting to each other better.
P.S. I’ll get you new ear-buds. And clean up my daughter’s mess. Obviously.
What would you tell someone about hosting little ones?