Last night, Drew and I were walking along the waterfront with Rachel. It had been a beautiful day; I took her there in the early afternoon as Drew raced back from Seattle where he had been working a weekend shift. Rachel and I love the Eastbank Esplanade; it got me through the warm months of maternity leave, when she would fall asleep as I wheeled her around the 1 1/2 mile loop and read the Oregonian and the NY Times. (And sometimes fell asleep in the sun...)
Anyhow, we were finishing up our walk when we saw a father and a little boy. Drew asked how old the boy was; he was 1, and then Drew and the father got into a discussion about our stroller. Turns out the dad has the same one.
After they left, Drew remarked for the umpteenth time how much his personality has changed since he became a dad. He's no longer averse to starting up conversations with total strangers who have kids in tow. He asks them about the kids' eating and sleeping habits, car seats, etc.
"We're part of a club now," Drew said last night. "Phi Kappa Parent."
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