Pink Tea Parties and Enchanted Evenings
Gia is really into pink. What am I talking about! She has always been into pink. But now she is into pink tea parties and pink dresses and other little things that run around in pink. She asks for a playmate every single day. She begs for a sibling and we mostly smile and mumble something about getting “to it” later.
So when my girlfriend asked if we would “please” baby sit her little precious, I think I said “of course yes!” somewhere between doing my stupid happy dance and wishing I knew how to do a cartwheel.
Gia talked about Trisha baby coming over all day. We planned what we would do with her, we conspired and we then we planned some more. Yet when she came over, Trisha seemed perfectly adept of deciding what she wanted to do- which was two things, put every single toy in her mouth and roll all over the house. And when that was done she sat there all grown up being a pretend princess (or fairy, I forget which they were) and drinking tea out of their pink teacups, well almost anyway.
Gia talked and talked and talked “Oh what about some tea? Would you like three spoons or two? I think you should have two? And do you like my pink dress? I like pink too!”
And Trisha, she just sat there, looking all intent and sage- we had our own little laughing Buddha- in pink. Laughing Buddha who liked to taste every single toy in sight that is.
And so they spent the entire evening – one talking a million words a minute and the other babbling in perfect understanding. The older one conspiratorially whispering sweet nothings to the younger one and both of them filling our home with squeals of happiness. They sat there looking like two little dolls made of candy floss. So delectable that you couldn’t resist and so delicate that you were almost afraid to even touch them.
When it was time to nap, Trisha looked keenly into my eyes and held on to my index fingers firmly with her chubby little fists. She seemed to know exactly how to convey what she needed without a single word. Gia sat there singing to her and we all let out a collective sigh as she drifted off to sleep.
Babies- sigh! Time goes by and you tend to forget about the gooey, chubby, unbridled happiness that envelopes them and sucks you into their world. Everything about them is intoxicating- the smell, the giggles and the barely-there wisps of soft hair. Also something about holding a baby, makes you forget the bad- the 4 am feedings, the getting shushed on airplanes- all of it. And babies that are not your own seem miraculous since they go back home and you get to sleep for 6 hours at a stretch and wake up missing them.
And that was it, our perfect adventure, in a perfect little world. The sort that only itty bitty babies can bring- if only for one evening.