We're not in college anymore

Sorry I've been away for awhile; we went up to our college homecoming this past weekend and had a great time seeing friends, family, and showing off Noah for the first time (last year when we went up, I was 36 weeks pregnant and had him 3 weeks after we got home--I was enormous and swollen and was determined to go back this year looking skinny). So after a 5 hour drive in a car with my friend and both of our babies, we finally got to some other friends' home. I'm not really one for "small talk" with people I haven't really talked to in years (I'd rather just stand aside, hidden, and see what everyone looks like), so I mainly stick to my good friends and go to one or two of the main events.
Truth be told, homecoming has changed dramatically since we started going 6 years ago when we were younger, free of responsibility, and no one had kids. It was like the best of college all crammed into one weekend. Now, the days are filled with kids, kids, and more kids. It is definitely a time for everyone to bring all the kids they've had that we knew or didn't know about, out of the woodwork, and show them off (myself included). We walk around and see the familiar expressions and smiles of our old friends in these new, tiny little faces, and we realize they are seeing us in our son as well. When did all of this happen?
But as soon as the kids are in bed, out comes the pizza and the beers, the sweaters and the cold weather, and like 6 hours of re-hashing college stories of who dated whom, who streaked where, and who got caught doing what where (sadly, none of it is very scandalous, but is still funny to us). We don't go anywhere sketchy or do anything crazy, but we talk about the days we did. And then we go inside to get another beer but end up checking on someone else's baby because we heard them through a random monitor sitting on the counter. Things have transformed pretty significantly, and with or without spouses or kids, everyone seems to fall right in step with all of these changes, enjoying the continual realization that we have, in fact, grown up. Who'd have thought?
I didn't take any pictures of the 'debauchery' that took place after hours, but here's one of us at the soccer game:


And of course the highlight of the weekend, my son and his friend staring at two naked girls in the bathtub (mine's the blonde boy with the dimply butt). A picture of what's to come?