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TALL, DARK & HANDSOME (in a woman’s way) – Part 2


Making new friends in not only a new city, but a new country is TOUGH! I wrote about my failed attempts at making new friends here, which includes trying to make friends through, asking strangers at the dog park for the phone number, etc.

I am happy to report that three months in we have fabulous new friends who we already have plans to celebrate Canadian Thanksgiving, US Thanksgiving and Christmas with this year. Bottles of wine made this decision and for that we are grateful.

They have two of the sweetest and cutest kids ever. An 8 (and a half) year old daughter and a 7 (and a quarter) son. The son has already told John what a great father he is going to be (my heart melted in a big, fat pile of jelly when I heard him tell John this) and the daughter is the kind of daughter that you hope your kids turn out to be.

Now, for those you actually know me, I’ve never been much of a fan of babysitting. To be frank, there are kids out there who I just do not want to spend hours of time with knowing that I am responsible for them. Your hooligan puts his hand in the garborator while I’m in the bathroom, and your other hooligan kid turns the switch on and somehow it’s my fault that you didn’t teach your kids not to do this?! No thank YOU! My sister was always the babysitter in our family and although I wouldn’t outright say that I don’t like children, but I might whisper it…. I kid, I kid (pun super intended) I like kids, just not all of them… especially the kid who is throwing his spaghetti onto my head at a restaurant.

And yes, I know that you are drinking your coffee while you are reading this, and I know that you are rolling your eyes at this thinking to yourself “Just wait until you have kids” but that is precisely why I am waiting, thank you very much. Are we finished with the eye rolling now?

Back to the story, now much to my own surprise, I OFFERED to babysit these two little cutie patooties… MORE THAN ONCE! I like them and I would be okay with spending hours upon hours with them. Now, I haven’t been taken up on this offer yet and I probably won’t after their dear Mom reads this, but that’s beside the point.

The other night as I was chopping and dicing onions, my phone lit up with a new text message from my new Christmas sharing friend. I was so excited that I unlocked my phone with my slimy onion hands and much to my delight, this is what her message said:

“The kids are making baby John and Lisas and they are babysitting them. IT IS HILARIOUS!”

She also attached this photo:


Now tell me, does it get any cuter than that?! Tell me you wouldn’t want to spend two Thanksgivings and a Christmas with this family too!?

Enjoy Life,

15 thoughts on “TALL, DARK & HANDSOME (in a woman’s way) – Part 2

  1. I would definitely want to spend lots of time with this family. These kids sound GORGEOUS. And don’t worry…I completely understand your aversion to some children…some are shockers, usually because the parents are…but sometimes there’s the odd genetic aberration. I’m now a grandma and feel I’ve earned the right to whatever I feel about anyone. 🙂 The two kids you describe sound like two edibly angelic girls I met about a month ago. They immediately started to call me ‘nan’…led me around by the hand…were extra cautious and gentle with me because I have some health problems…oh boy…I could just steal them, couldn’t I? I even dressed up as a zombie and tried to eat them last week but they just kissed me and said, ‘I can still see you, nan.’ Can haz?

    So glad you’ve settled in and have beautiful new friends in your new country. Way to go.

    • Thanks for much for your lovely comment!!! The kid are amazing, the parents are amazing…. and every time we get together it is always so much fun! I love that you dressed up as a zombie!

      Thank you again, Miss Min 🙂

  2. I never really liked children all that much and wasn’t ever convinced I wanted my own. I did decide to have one; my son is fantastic and I love being a mom. But you know what? It doesn’t mean I’m automatically a friend of all kids. My tolerance level is higher, sure. But I completely get what you are saying.

    Those kids sound great, and it’s awesome you are finding friends 🙂

  3. This is too funny! From the bottom of our hearts….flattered. And don’t worry you WILL be asked to babysit 🙂 This post does not scare me. Haha. Hopefully when you do watch them, they will be as good as Baby John and Lisa were at our house. Don’t worry, I also don’t like all kids nor want to spend time with all kids, but having kids has made me LOVE all kids despite what they project.

    On another note, here’s the biggest compliment for you…not a day has gone by since that first farmer’s market trip that these kiddos don’t ask about YOU. You’ve made quite an impression. You too are going to be SUPER mom….in more than one way I am convinced! While not as new as you guys here in Chicago, I can completely understand how difficult it is to make friends and I don’t know about you, but I truly NEED that piece to my life. You guys are better than fantastic and I know you will make many more amazing friends in Chicago. When it “clicks” it “clicks”. We are are so happy to have met you and can’t wait for all the celebrations, “impromptus”, laughs, bottles of wine, adventures and everything else to come!

    Hugs sweet lady! Thanks for making my day!

  4. We are so related!!! Haha (and yes, I am currently enjoying my Starbucks, it’s like you can see right through the monitor at me!!)

  5. Hurrah for you!! I have to admit I do like the sound of Grandma, oh well, one day 🙂 !

  6. I agree with your mom! Grandma sounds wonderful. You and John will make terrific parents. Miss you lots and I’m glad you’ve made new friends.

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