We are entering a new stage of our lives here at the parsonage. With Imogene beginning ballet in a few weeks, I am realizing those blissful days of having all toddlers is leaving us. I know what you’re thinking. Toddlers blissful?! You must be crazy! But really, those days of young children, while wild, have no obligations. You make sure they are fed and relatively clean (so long as diapers are dry, you’re good on that front). That is it. Those are your daily aspirations. Keep child alive. That is about all there is to it. Now, I’m entering the socila stage of parenting. I’ve got to maintain their social life and somehow manage to socialize with their little pals’ parents. Tough stuff for me. Oh where are the days of pajamas all day?! Now, I’m making sure leotards are clean, hair is perfect, and she must have a bag, since surely everyone else will have a ballet bag. (She about killed me yesterday asking me for silly bands because her friends have them. The clerk at CVS got quite a laugh when I replied, “I refuse to buy those on the basis that they are a fad and I refuse to let you fall down fad holes at 4!”) So, here I go into the next phase. I don’t feel like I mastered the last one, but alas it is time to move on. And now Aidan wants to play soccer. Please tell me the child is joking. He really doesn’t expect me to socialize with soccer moms does he? Does he?! Oh crap, he does. When is soccer season?