Guess Who's Coming for Dinner?

Madeline went to her first Manhattan dinner party on Saturday night. Preston's friend Mark Dorfman invited us over and we told him we'd love to come, but that we'd have to bring Maddie. (We aren't planning to be those annoying parents who won't go anywhere without their precious little we-promise-you-won't-even-know-she's-there progeny. But we don't have babysitters in place yet.) Mark was game for that, so we packed her into the stroller and took off into the night.

For the most part she did great. She sat in her stroller, looked around at everyone and slept a bit here and there. Then, I had her on my lap as we sat around in the living room enjoying drinks and appetizers when she decided it would be a good time to have a bowel movement. A very, very loud bowel movement. Fortunately the man I was seated next to is a dad, so he was amused rather than horrified.

I have had many moments over the last two months where it really hit me how much my life has changed. Changing a diaper filled with liquid poop on the floor of a bachelor pad on Beekman Place was one such moment.