Since Jim and I are planning on having kids in the future, we were thrilled to see that having a child doesn't necessarily mean our passports have to collect dust. Yes, it requires an extra bag of infant necessities and a few extra breaks on long car rides. And you have to shield your child against the masses that are moved to reach out and touch your baby. But, all in all, it's very doable.
And a baby brings you the added bonuses of endless entertainment, free weightlifting, excuses to sing girl scout songs (sorry Laine), and getting invited to the coolest parties because everyone wants one-on-one baby time.
What was especially exciting is that we all stayed at Mike's mom's house in Kuala Lumpur during the Chinese New Year. The Year of the Tiger was kicked off right with the intense sport of eating. Did I mention Mike's mom is a chef for the British Consulate? Activities were planned around where we could get the best Kojack and Roti Tissue. As with any marathon, pace is crucial. We were invited to the hippest parties with the coolest people, which I suspect is because we were with the hot little tot.
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