There are two other babies in PB, but one of them is a little crazy

So says the lady to my Mom as she was walking Baby down the street while we moved everything up the longest flight of stairs in the world.

Yep, both of my parents seemed to notice the lack of babies in this part of San Diego and it's true. Pacific Beach (or PB as it will henceforth be known) is the land of perpetual college life, especially for those that aren't actually in college any more. Every apartment complex is like one big dorm, every Friday and Saturday and Thursday (okay and Wednesday too) night is all about the party, the dinner out, the meeting of friends. Nobody gets old in PB, because old people (and parents and baby people) are shunned for lack of coolness and as you walk down the street with your stroller many look away, for fear that the gaze of a baby will somehow curse them to a life with baby.

I digress, both of my parents noticed a lack of babies in PB, consequently they noticed a lack of people mowing lawns, cleaning out their garages, washing their cars. Mostly they just saw young people doing whatever it is young people without kids and a husband and a car to wash do these days, strut and talk.

"And walk their dogs," my mother said. "There are a lot of little dogs around here."

As part of her duties my mother took Baby for a nice long walk so that my husband, friend Vee, father and I could unload our dinky rented truck. By the third big box I was done, but there was much more to go, what with the refrigerator and the desk and the furniture and all. And when Baby returned from her walk she had already made a friend.

"There's another baby down the street in that green house," my mother said when she returned. "I mean, the lady in the house was so excited just to SEE another baby that she RAN OUT OF HER HOUSE and started yelling 'It's a baby! A BABY!' She then explained to me that there are no other babies in this area, well except for one further down the street but apparently it's a little bit crazy."

"Maybe it's just hungover," I said.

Both of my parents smiled that smile you smile at people when you politely want to excuse their sarcastic responses. "There is a serious lack of babies in this part of town, it seems..." my dad said.

"Well we didn't move here to open up a day care," I replied.

"Good thing too," my dad said.

After that you can't help but notice. As I watched the groups of girls in their short skirts and guys with their long shorts walk past our complex I kept waiting for something resembling a baby to walk by, but nothing.

I walked Baby with me to get the car (another PB bonus, parking a half a block away because there's no other spot) and spotted a group of kids on their front lawn playing beer pong, the guy with no shirt laughing too loudly, the girl next to him fixing her hair... baby-less, I thought, well great, I'm gonna have to start going to those Mommy events where I can meet other babies.

Another thing on the list of things to do.