JulieLeung.com: a life told in tidepools

Bauhaus is the kind of cafe easily imagined in Seattle: one tall wall of bookshelves decorated with vibrant art and antique books, dark wood, huge windows, hip dress, coffee and pastries, and a view of the Space Needle.

And of course, free wifi too! At Bauhaus last night Abigail, Michaela, Elisabeth, Ted and I got together with other bloggers. I was happy to get to meet Anita Rowland at last – I remember how she sent me my first ping last August – and I was glad her husband Jack Bell came also. Anita was a great hostess, greeting and chatting with all the bloggers.

The kids kept me pretty busy. I didn’t even bother to bring my laptop. The girls amused themselves with Kool-Aid and then I would take them for walks and explorations downstairs, admiring the art and croissants on display. We used the green ATM light to make funny photos of their faces. When my brother stopped by, in the neighborhood that night, the girls got excited and literally spun around. They’d go back and forth between Ted and me during the meeting, different ones taking turns in our arms and laps.

But I did get a chance to chat with a few bloggers including Tara of burningpaper.net J.P. of jpstewart.org Cat of JustLaura.com, Phil of Phillustrations Manuel of Buffoonery.org and a longer talk with Rose of blether.org.

A few bloggers have already left comments on my previous post about Meetup – thanks!

Fun to find out that Jake of 8bitjoystick.com is also a Kitsap blogger, from our side of the Sound. Perhaps someday we’ll be getting together over here too. Jake also has the full list of all who attended.

While amusing the girls, Ted was able to have a few conversations with others too.

Considering what a trip it was to “the talking place” as Michaela described it later (“Then we went to the talking place”), the three girls did very well. My arms ached when I got home and Ted was pretty tired too from holding them. But they had fun, enjoying the meeting, and the fellow bloggers we met were kind to our kids, very understanding, and seemed to enjoy them too. Michaela even got upset when it was time to go. “I don’t want to say goodbye!” she insisted in her best tired-three-year-old way. Who knows what will happen, but perhaps, as in other areas of our lives, the girls will pick up on this habit too:

Standing inside Bauhaus, Abigail said to me, “There are many people wanting to go to this meeting. I’ll be one of them soon. I want to blog!”