Since I stopped working, I've been talking about taking Lauren to the local playgroup. I've been working the past few weeks on routines, and since things were on schedule, I asked Lauren if she wanted to go. She agreed, and so we braved the cold temperatures this morning and went.
There were less than a dozen kids there. Most of them girls, most of them around 2. There was one boy, and one baby (a 10-month old). Today, they got a visit from the librarian who read stories, sang songs, and played games with them for about an hour. Now, Lauren is short for her age. So when the librarian went around the room and all the other kids said they were 2 and the same size, the librarian simply said, "I'll bet you're 2."
She seemed to have a pretty good time talking to the moms there, and playing with the toys otherwise. Lindsay also. The other parents, mostly with their eldest kids, largely seemed to gather to compare developmental notes in a game of one-upmanship I either no longer relate to, or never related to. "Ohh, Suzie did that weeks ago." When Suzie, who was admittedly an adorable little girl came over and said "Hi!" Her mom gushed, "Oh she's sooo friendly and outgoing." I smiled. "Better than the alternative, I guess." Her smile waned, "It's Very Good." And with that, she moved on to talk to another mom. The sole dad there asked all about Lindsay's milestones, puzzled that his own 5-month-old daughter hasn't rolled over yet. "Maybe she needs more tummytime, do you think?" he asked, sounding a little desperate. Another mom offered an anecdote about someone's kid who never rolled over, went right to sitting up and then walking. I was relieved for the distraction of the librarian, even though she was a bit clueless.
It's times like these I wonder why I'm so socially inept.
For the past week or so, there's been a dad at the bus stop who waits for his kid(s?) in his Honda Element about a half a block short of the actual stop. He reads the paper while he waits. I noticed the StepMom was waiting across the street on the other side, holding one of her twins in a carrier. I guessed that meant the other twin was asleep in her house, and that the corner was the extent of the monitor's range. AlphaMom saw her and went over there to chat. I guess I shouldn't interpret that it was shunning...AlphaMom and I don't have much to talk about. She has boys, I have girls. Her youngest is older than my oldest. But, if I weren't standing AT the bus stop, the bus wouldn't have stopped while other people chatted and sat in their warm cars. It made me more than a little grumpy, and just reinforced the depth of my ineptness.