New Mommy Friend? Or, Yes, I Am a Dork

Shortly before we started going on all those long weekend trips, our homeowner’s association had it’s annual meeting.

Noah and I went, and at the very end, wound up chatting with a really cool straight couple who had a teeny tiny baby girl. I felt like we clicked, so I said "we should exchange numbers." They gave me theirs, I didn’t have a pen, and for the last 4 or 5 weeks, their number has been haunting me from the fridge, making me feel like a jerk for not calling yet.

Sunday I called. They were out, but I left a message. Leslie, the Mom, called back a few hours later, while Noah was melting down. I never called back, but was planning to eventually.

Tonight, Noah and I went to the local La Leche League meeting. The second mom to get there was a Mom I felt like I’d clicked with the last 2 meetings, who I’ve had a couple of email exchanges with this month. That mom, whose name is also Leslie, has a teeny tiny baby girl. (Bigger now!)

She sat down next to me and explained that although she looks like crap when she walks around the neighborhood, hadn’t we met at the neighborhood association meeting? Wasn’t my name Liza? And hadn’t I called her on Sunday?

Doh!

I feel silly, but I’m glad she put it all together. There’s a some good energy there, and we’re going to get together this weekend.

Let’s just hope she’s not going to tell me about how she’s moving far far away really horribly soon.