Stalker

I'm officially changing from a pathetic friendless girl to a stalker. As in stalking other moms with kids Andrew's age.

I heard about a free class for toddlers given at the hospital every week (did I post about that last week...I think so...it was cancelled last week for Turkey Day). So we show up super early (because I have to be prepared to get lost in the labrynth that they call "streets" in this town). Andrew is super excited. And since we are the first ones there, we get to watch all the other kids come in. And they toddled in. Andrew was like Gulliver in Lilliput (which happens to be one of my favorite nicknames for Lily...hmmm). Seriously, he weighed as much as 2 of these little guys. So I spent the entire hour making sure he didn't trip and crush one of them. Which was hard, because while the 1 year olds were enthusiatically dancing and following directions, my 3 year old was alternating between doing the dance moved and throwing himself to the ground in a dramatic collapse. Terrific threes!

Point of this story is, there was ONE other 3 year old there. And so once I figured that out...I began to stalk. I'm not ashamed. I eavesdropped on a conversation she was having about not being able to potty train her son. And I jumped right in. Very classy. Not desperate at all. But I reached new levels of stalker when I asked this woman if she was interested in playdates...after meeting her just 10 minutes before. She smiled and made little noises maybe a few words, but nothing definitely affirmative. I decided that perhaps I had frightened her and backed off. She did make a point of saying nice to meet me and goodbye at the end of class, so perhaps it's not all lost. Perhaps I'll have to bring my Goliath back to class next week to scope out new victims...er...potential friends.