Thursday, July 9, 2009
Several people have given me the same advice for packing to move...eliminate, eliminate, eliminate.
I agree. I just think it's so much more fun to acquire stuff.
I bought this last month at a darling vintagy store in Redlands. I justified the purchase by calling it my "birthday present," although by then I'm pretty sure that excuse had run its course.
When I brought it home, Jack said something like, "Oh Kate! Wow!" (Which I've learned is what dutiful husbands say when they're thinking, "What on earth?")
It's a dress form. And I had to have it.
I understand Jack's confusion at the time (and, admit it, yours right now), as he was not yet able to catch the vision.
I didn't want the dress form, I explained to him. I needed the dress form. To store the girls' hairbows.
Thursday, July 2, 2009
This is my to-do list from last week, straight from my Franklin Covey:
swimming lessons a hair appointment a upload photos a order Cal’s birth certificate a finish/ship bows a start packing a primary meeting a birthday thank yous a maritime museum w/ Lee a PAC meeting refreshments a return library books a call Natalie a plan picnic a book Jack’s flight a cake contest a finish sharing time a schedule visiting teaching
This is my to-do list from this week:
Cal is teething.
I cut the video to 6 seconds (you're welcome). If you're interested in a more realistic glimpse of my week you can play it on repeat. All day. On full volume. At night, download it onto your iPod and program the alarm to wake you to it about every 3 hours.
Poor little boy. And boy, am I tired.
A man at the Cotsco food court asked me if he was teething. When I said yes, he said, "You should give him liquor."
I was about to crack a lame joke ("someone should give his mommy liquor"), but was afraid he might actually take me up on it. To be honest, I think the guy might have been "teething" himself.
Still, he had good intentions. I just prefer infant remedies that don't involve me getting carded...Suggestions?
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