Milestones: It Happened One Playdate

milestones it happened one playdate blogWe didn’t suspect a thing. For four years now we’ve been getting together, the four of us mommies and our brood. We mamas would sit and have coffee, and cry over our breastfeeding woes, and lament the extortion of organic baby food, and coo over those irresistible designer baby sandals that get lost on the very first outing. Every once in a while somebody would have to stop and nurse a wailing daughter, or redistribute the wooden blocks to the squabbling toddlers, or quiet a hungry girl with a GoGo squeeZ snack. It took a bit of the wind out of our sails, to break the flow of conversation (precious minutes of grown-up interaction slipping by!) for the constant interruption of soothing and entertaining the crowd of babies. But we made it work. It was the best part of our week, quite often.

And then… This playdate happened. It started like any other playdate, but before we knew what hit us, the unthinkable had transpired just ten feet from the table where we sat sipping our lattes…
Our babies grew up. I mean, yes, they were still only three or four years old. But one minute they were side by side on the slobbery, toy-strewn rug, living their separate toddler existences. The next, they had set the push mowers aside and started to actually play. Together. Like big kids. With role play and dress-up and perfect mimicry of our mannerisms and grownup mommy chatting idiosyncrasies.
They put on a show for us. For which they told us to silence our cell phones. (What? No mommy guilt here.) They took care of their younger siblings, even sat them down at the table for a few rounds of GoGo squeeZ applesauce. And, I mean, we could have taken advantage and gone on with mommy group time. Heck, we could have had a full-blown adult conversation on the economy for the very first time with next to NO interruptions, but we didn’t. It was too enthralling to watch our babies turning into little girls. Into friends, like us.

xoxo

Ana & Daniela

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Get Ready for Playdate Nirvana

June 20, 2013

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Forget the planned activities, the crying, the stress of chasing your toddler around as she tries to bite your girlfriend’s son on the ankle. This is a whole new kind of playdate. The kind you don’t have to supervise. Imagine… you drop your kids off in the cozy indoor playground on the bottom floor, and you leave the room. It’s okay, because there are trained, background­checked, kid­loving staff down there who will make sure your tot not only keeps his teeth off his neighbor, but has a great time, too.

Meanwhile, you head upstairs to the place of mommy legend: The Lounge. The quiet, wifi equipped, coffee lounge, with easy chairs and a mysterious lack of whining, plus adult company with other moms who will laugh at your lost diaper story and cry with you over the loss of your bikini belly. These moms are here for the exact same reasons you are, fun for the kids and restoration for the mamas. This is the beauty of Pamper & Play. And that is not all. Oh, no, that is not all.
There is also Parents’ Night Out, when you get to drive away from the building and do whatever the heck you want for four hours. Hit the spa. Date your husband. Buy groceries the way you used to, with an unchewed list and unbroken concentration. Whatever floats your boat.

The kids will be busy learning yoga or art or science, eating pizza, or doing crafts and water play outside, while you do what you despaired of ever doing again­­ take care of you. Even if you don’t want to travel so far away from your urchins, there happens to be a lovely salon one door down, where you can get your hair cut in peace by a real stylist, which is about 45 times better than a four­year­old with safety scissors.
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How did Pamper & Play happen? Owner Carole Cablk noticed a common thread in local supervised play venues. The kids may have been having a blast, but the moms… not so much. Often they had no place to sit except for the front sidewalk or a hard bench, where they whipped out their smart phones and took advantage of the downtime as best they could. Suddenly the need became obvious­­ a place where moms could feel welcome and nurtured and comfortable enough to make friends at the same time their kids did. A place with cushions and caffeine and wifi. And Carole could make the best use of her natural love of kids by building the most safe, fun, nurturing indoor playground in West L.A.

So there you have it. No excuses for that impending breakdown that you’ve felt coming on slowly for weeks now. Head it off with a mommy­friendly playdate, class, or party at Pamper & Play. No one will bite. Not even your kid.

xox,

Ana & Daniela

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