Belle and I are exhausted from hosting an overnight house guest and spending two afternoons at a street fair. I have always been slack with housework, having grown up in an extremely disorganized home. Four evenings cleaning around a toddler weren't enough to prepare for this visit. With a grimy kitchen (and an open floor plan!), I entertained a girl friend regardless of all the work I didn't get done.
Belle did as well as any toddler would in large crowds without much down time. We took five meals out, including coffee, ice cream and a pancake breakfast at the fire station. Belle wouldn't occupy a high chair or a booster seat. She awkwardly reached for beer, margaritas, salsa and everything on the table not meant for her consumption. I finally just gave up and gave her my ice cream.
We had a nice visit nonetheless. Interestingly enough, we got the vibe that some folks assumed we were a lesbian couple and child, particularly at the fire station. That's a more favorable light than what I usually get. People see a black woman alone with a baby around here and judge it as a social ill. I liked being accepted as someone with a child in a marriage, even if just another assumption.