October 19th, 2012
The lovely Stacy Loe, my friend and former colleague, invited me to a viewing party she coordinated when the Blue Angels were performing. At this party, she was serving mojitos, so I had one. It was refreshing, cool, and minty. I love mint.
Olivia saw it, and asked for a sip. "I'll give you your own," I offered. "Mommy's has alcohol. We're going to make you a virgin one. That means no alcohol."
I'm sure she did not care one whit what I just said. She took the cup and enjoyed the fuzzy club soda, sweetened with simple syrup. It looked just like the big girls' glasses, which was the best part.
Or the worst part.
I became engrossed in a conversation with fellow newsroom gals Malika Dudley, Teri Okita, and Yunji DeNies. I had the cup on the ground. It got mixed up with the other glasses, apparently.
After about 15 minutes, Olivia started acting very strangely, tearing up and down the deck and tossing plastic lawn chairs around. She would then come over to me and cackle in my ear.
It was so distracting, it broke up my ability to have this conversation. Plus, I was about to leave anyway, so I took this opportunity to bid adieu. I picked up my glass and started to leave.
Malika asked, "Is that soda?" Malika was, at this point, two weeks from giving birth, so I thought she was thirsty and wanted one.
"No, it's a mojito," I said. I was about to offer to make her a virgin.
"Do you know your daughter was drinking from your glass?" she said. "I saw her take a drink."
I just about dropped my glass. Oh, that explains the super erratic behavior. Visions of college parties 15 years from now pass through my head.
The mojito was actually super light on the alcohol, but we still made sure Olivia drank a lot of water before bed. She fell asleep rather quickly that night!