G. went for his first swim yesterday at the baby pool. He took it all in very seriously, only occasionally sticking out his lower lip in a pre-cry pout, but then deciding to be brave.
I met up with some moms for a picnic, and as we were settling down, one of them looked wistfully at a stroller being pushed across the park.
Mom #1: "Oh, look, that's "-"'s Mom. I totally want to be friends with her." Mom # 2: "Looks like she is walking with another mother" Me: "Don't worry. Maybe it isn't serious. Maybe they just met at the swings and they happen to be walking home in the same direction."