We attended three very different events this weekend.
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The first outing was an end of term get together for parents of Joshie's classmates. Hosted very kindly by one of the families, we all brought a plate, a bottle and a good attitude.
The usual division along gender lines occurred, with the girls inside trying to keep warm. With a few of us having older siblings in year 3 and above we talked a bit about how scared we were of the teenagers and how even nine year olds can be a bit teenagery sometimes and how badly behaved we were as teenagers (thank God it's not just me) and how on earth can we keep our kids on the straight and narrow when we all have a bit of a past ourselves. Deep breath.
The blokes (many of whom were English) sat around the table on the deck. Some of them even had short sleeved shirts on. Totally mad. I swear it was less than 10 degrees. My husband refuses to tell me what they talked about, but he sort of smirks when he refuses. I hate to think. There was much raucous laughter and frequent beer replenishment trips. That's all I know.
Saturday night, we crossed the three bridges (Spit, Harbour, Anzac) for dinner for a lovely, cherished friend of ours, who was turning something with an 0 on the end. It's a mother's group friendship that has only strengthened since we first met in those hazy days of July 2003. I know everyone doesn't enjoy their mg experiences but we've been lucky with a tight group of 6 of us still in regular touch even with interstate migrations. When you don't have a lot of family around, a good mother's group is GOLD. And when the husbands get along, even better.
Then today, a family gathering for a Christening. Gorgeous people we see maybe twice a year, always a pleasure. A bit fleeting, not much time to get into the big issues, but lovely to see their smiling faces and hang out, even for a little while.
The divine subject of the Christening was impeccably behaved throughout, in his wee white suit and handsome white shoes, he brought the house down.
A highlight was seeing my darling cousin with that mad look of love you get when you still can't believe you can love someone as much as you love your little child. It's so cool watching it happen to him. Does that make sense? I haven't even had a drink and I'm babbling.