Brandon and I go to a playgroup every Tuesday. It's nothing special just a nice social gathering of expat moms, we take it in turns to host the get together. It's fun for us to see the babies together and to swop advice and stories. The oldest baby is 8 months. In the photos below, Brandon is the youngest baby and the little girl, in the pink shoes, next to him is one week older than him.
Brandon and Hannah (one of his little 'girlfriends' - his other 'girlfriend', Josephine, is the little one in the denim dress)
After this get together a group of us thought we'd go to lunch. It was a rainy day and we got the babies geared up with raincovers over their strollers and off we went. It was really only a light drizzle at this point but because it had been raining continuously for a few hours there were lots of puddles. As we walked it started getting heavier and we made it to the restaurant just before the real downpour started. The people in the restaurant were horrified at the prospect of having to seat 5 women all with prams but they managed. As we ate the rain continued to bucket down and it showed no sign of letting up. Eventually I caught a ride back to the car (still parked at the house of the woman who hosted the group) with one woman's husband. Thank goodness he was able to give me a lift because there was no way Brandon and I would have made it to our car without nearly drowning. By the time I had successfully got Brandon into the car, I was absolutely soaked but Brandon was nice and dry and that's all that matters.
Brandon and Hannah (one of his little 'girlfriends' - his other 'girlfriend', Josephine, is the little one in the denim dress)
After this get together a group of us thought we'd go to lunch. It was a rainy day and we got the babies geared up with raincovers over their strollers and off we went. It was really only a light drizzle at this point but because it had been raining continuously for a few hours there were lots of puddles. As we walked it started getting heavier and we made it to the restaurant just before the real downpour started. The people in the restaurant were horrified at the prospect of having to seat 5 women all with prams but they managed. As we ate the rain continued to bucket down and it showed no sign of letting up. Eventually I caught a ride back to the car (still parked at the house of the woman who hosted the group) with one woman's husband. Thank goodness he was able to give me a lift because there was no way Brandon and I would have made it to our car without nearly drowning. By the time I had successfully got Brandon into the car, I was absolutely soaked but Brandon was nice and dry and that's all that matters.
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