That's us waiting. I'm the one behind the camera, in case you missed me. Just to get an idea of perspective, the thingie on which he is sitting is roughly 6" high.
So we rolled into Poppy's, bathed and freshened up. R lunched happily off some idlies seated in Poppin's highchair. Afterwards the kids went off to play. Meeting Poppin was probably as much of an experience as it was to meet her parents. Because her photos, lovely as they usually are, do not capture the mischief inherent in the sweet face. Also because she brought out a very rare side of The Bhablet -- his hidden gentleness. He was totally taken by this Didi and kept calling out to me to come admire her; she in turn was showing him her toys and playing him music and so on. In a few months she'll be a Big Sis in earnest and I think she'll do a fantastic job of it.
Oh and her mum was glowing -- I think it's a girl, darn -- and lots of fun and blah blah but she was just what I expected, so it feels slightly strange to write about meeting her. I mean, do I write about how I feel when I meet any other old friends of mine? I had to remind myself that this was the first time we'd met. Ever.
Post lunch some of the ladies started rolling in. D of the justly famed bum, Tara the trigger-happy, Aargee the candid camera stalker, Collection of Stars -- and of course, the kids! D and Tara brought the older ones, each, Aargee came without and CoD brought KT of the lovely hair.
No, that's not her. That's Cubby, the nearly one year old Mama Mia writes about. He was one dauntless laddie. While all the other, mainly older, kids were running around, he set his sights on one target or another and followed through with a determination that should have got him better rewards. Him I liked and his father reminded me of V: watching him play with Cubby and also the other kids made me miss V a little. Just a little.
Rahul, to my utter lack of suprise, made himself right at home. He was excited enough to find himself amongst so many other kids and only a little disappointed that they didn't seem to enjoy his ideas of play -- poking fingers into eyes, for instance. Or running around screaming just because. Poor Winkie suffered the most, right from Rahul insisting on hugging him and refusing to let go to Rahul being convinced that Winkie was walking off with his (Rahul's) toys to Rahul refusing to share one particlarly enticing aeroplane. For the first time in my young life, I began to see, albeit dimly, that being older is not all fun and games.
There are so many memories rushing back as I write this. The frog theme in Poppy's bathroom. The dress Poppins was wearing in the morning. D's laughter. Aargee grinning. The kids, the manic chillun. The three fathers chatting in their own group.
I'm writing in a hurry. You'll get diff prespectives here, here and here. It's the middle of the night and I got a date with the husband. G'night, all.