You get a lot of advice when you become a parent. Most of it involves poop. But seldom are you warned that you’re about to become a friendless shell of your former self. OK, that’s extreme. But new parents spend the first six months or so in a state of perpetual, sleepless shellshock. After the old friend crew does the required meal-train drop-off, things can shift. After months of ignoring RSVP requests, your childless buddies move on and keep doing their thing without you. That’s no knock on them—not everyone gets honorary aunt or uncle status. But when you finally shake off the post-birth catatonia and somnambulistic survivalism, you’ll realize it’s time to make new friends. That is, friends with kids. And most of the time, parents don’t get to pick those friends—their kids do. But there’s hope. Yes, by the time your kid is ready to socialize, you’re going to be socially awkward from the isolation and exhaustion, but so is everybody else rocking a Baby Björn. Some w...
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