Brought to you by the letter P for Party!

Let the games begin! Spring is springing (although it doesn't feel like it today) and the neighbors are restless for company. So, Saturday night we descended on a neighbors house for some food and laughs. It was fun. But it was really fun because we've reached that important step in a parent's life when we can attend parties, bring our kids, let them loose, drag them home exhausted and not have to bring along 2 diaper bags and a Ziploc bag full of Cheerios.

And drinking...we can do that again, too, without panic of a child leaping out of high chair, splitting his chin open, rushed by ambulance to an unknown hospital while leaving his sister behind. Ahhh....the memories!

In fact, I don't think I saw my kids for more than a few fleeting moments the whole night. Bliss! And a reminder as to Why.We.Are.Done. No more babies, my friend. No sirree! Although it was awfully cute when the almost 3 yo in the group asked, "Daddy. Where is the birthday cake?" Obviously, if you are at a party, it must be a birthday! Too cute.

And during the course of the night we learned more fun tid-bits about our friends that share our little cul-de-sac. My favorite moment came when our local law enforcement officer, who was born in the Dominican Republic, chimed up when someone mentioned Sesame Street with,

"Oh, man! I loved Sesame Street. That's how I learned to speak English. I used to be like 'so that's how you spell that'."

Congratulations PBS - job well done!!! You raised a fine police officer.