I know the comparison has been made before, but toddlers really are like drunks.
Last night Dan and I dressed up the kiddos in their finest and took them to one of my favorite annual Christmas parties. Jasper marches up the drive, enters the house, throws his coat off, surveys the area, and immediately makes himself at home. And by at home, I mean, licking mirrors, sliding down stairs, throwing coasters, screaming, laughing, hitting, giving hugs and kisses, dancing, tossing toys over the stair banister, lunging for Christmas decorations, and flirting with the ladies.
This was all within about 30 minutes. We went home shortly after.
Next year, we’ll get a babysitter.