Don't worry, their moms drove.
On Saturday, I had the great pleasure of hosting a few dozen sorority sisters at my house along with their precious little procreations. (That was weird. I'm gonna leave it, though.)
It was a get-together that had been in the work for months. There had long been talk among the Texas-based contingent of a road trip to meet the babies born into our pledge class, who all reside across the Midwest. When I moved to St. Louis, I decided to host, instead. We set a date, flew the rest of the Texas girls in and decided to have everyone over for the first annual KKG Sip & See.
We decreed that the day would be girls-only (unless dates were also in diapers) and expected to catch up over copious "Momosas" (I can't help myself; it's a compulsion.)
All of those things happened, but the feels snuck up on us a bit. It's been barely 10 years since we all met, and here we were swollen with new members -- some of them impressively/alarmingly mobile -- who looked just like their moms, our sisters.
Lots of us were seeing one another for the first time in years, and most of the kids were just meeting. For some, it might have been the first afternoon of many they would spend together. It might even be the first of many times they see their moms champagne drunk together (I see you, Mom's Weekend!)
I got weepy at the first speculation of future roommates.
Their moms are best friends. My eyes are sweating.
Our favors -- sippy cups labeled either "Future Kappa" or "Future Monmouth Date" (an annual costume party celebrating our fraternity's -- yes, fraternity -- founding at Monmouth College) didn't help.
I've got more updates for you guys through the rest of the week on the nibbles we served and the decoration we put together, including clear confetti balloons that proved very popular/useful for shaking.
For now I'll leave you with this photo of baby Viv, whose expression perfectly captures the sensation in my ovaries.
