When I was a little girl, my parents often played poker with my aunt and uncle, cousins, and friends until the wee hours of the night. Okay, it was probably only until 11:00 p.m., but back then that seemed very, very late to me. I remember going to other peoples houses and getting put to bed in a back room at my regular bed time, and falling to sleep to the sounds of story telling, laughter, shuffling cards and clinking chips. After the game was over, my dad would scoop me up and carry my sleepy little body out to the car and we’d go home.
On Friday, we continued that tradition. Mitch and I went to our friends’, John and Alyssa Welch, house for a friendly game of poker. They have a little boy, Nathan, who is about five months older than Izzy. They looked at each other a bit, but didn’t really play together. A five month age difference at that point is huge! Nathan is walking and eating solids on his own. Izzy was happy to lay on her back on the play mat and swat at the dangling toys.
It came time for Isadora to go to sleep, so I got her settled in the back room. She wasn’t going to sleep on her own, so I laid down with her for a little while. I ended up falling asleep with her and missing most of the game. It was funny though, when I was in that in between sleep and awake state, I really thought I was six or seven years old again and I was at my aunt and uncle’s house while they and my parents were playing poker. I was thrilled at the thought of my tired, little body getting carried out to the car. When I reached full consciousness, I realized that it’s my turn now to carry a sleepy, little body to the car.
That’s a cute story. Makes me wanna take a nap so I can be carried to a car, wait, no, that sound creepy somehow. Maybe I’ll just take the nap.