Rob and Laura and little Cole Manfredo came over for a play date on this cold winter Saturday. Cole is about 5 months younger than Nate. Rob and Laura needed lots of fertility help to get pregnant too, and there was this moment where Rob and I were standing in the kitchen watching the boys crawl around and make lots of noise and throw things and I said to Rob, "How the hell did this happen my man?" pointing to Nate and Cole, a joke meant to suggest that our fatherhood was like many others, an odd trick of fate, a door we accidentally opened and that which quickly locked behind us. But that was idiotic given our circumstances. These sweet little boys were no accidents.
The adults ate bagels at the apartment, while Nate and Cole, among other things, checked out the freezer,
had a moment or two where they acknowledged each other,
and generally got along pretty well. Nate and Cole were a good match actually. Cole was quiet and confident and calculating (like Fredo?) and Nate was chatty and boisterous and goofy (like Shana?). After, we headed to the Play Center for some indoor toddler fun.
Nate and Cole seemed to enjoy themselves.