My sister is having twins. This brings the grandkid headcount in my family to eight. Come visit us in a few years, and you should be able to catch a pretty decent 4-on-4 basketball tournament. Of course, six of the eight grandchildren are girls, so you should also bring a tu-tu with your high-tops if you wanna’ sub in.
At any rate…what caught us all by surprise about the impending arrival of the new M&Ms is that some how, some way, we are lacking baby stuff! Impossible, right? I actually couldn’t believe it either, but as my sister and I sorted through our respective stashes of baby supplies to ready her nursery, it quickly became evident that three quarters of our haul is now a) no longer up to CPSC safety standards b) soiled beyond recognition from the sibs who’ve gone before and c) monogrammed with the initials of those same sibs. Ugh!
Fortunately, my talented and tasteful network has once again come to the rescue. Get this – debuting December 21, 2012, Wish Baby Registry will deck the halls of nurseries across the country with furniture, bedding, layette, gear and gifts (and yes, my family will be clicking twice on it all). Of course the best part about this online registry is not the super cute matching baby outfits for our new Skittles, but the fact that each registrant receives a year of FREE diapers when they reach a minimum order (which is easily achievable). I don’t want to scare my sister, but I sort of think she’s going to need the P&G truck to back into her driveway every week since she also has a toddler who’s all swaddled up. But hey – each pamper counts, especially the free ones! So check it out and spread the word, and don’t forget – Hoops Tourney in my driveway circa 2016. I’ll be the one in the Converse and the tulle!
Hey there. Do you ever just have one of those days? A day where you can’t quite put your finger on it, but you’re feeling a little down? A little unmotivated? A little…something? For me, today is that day. I knew it the minute I woke up. Ugh. And I’ve done everything to fight my way through it. I’m wearing a great pair of Prada flats (pretty pretty!). I put on a blouse in the cheeriest color I could find (bright pink!). I’ve treated myself to an afternoon cup of coffee (in theory: zing!). But I’m still sitting here feeling very…very…listless.
So before I leave for the day, I’m swinging one last punch at my case of the drearies, in the form of eye candy. None of these items are cheap, or on sale, or even probably available to someone who drives a minivan and counts sea monkeys among the family pets, but they have perk up potential for sure, so join me in my mood cardio, if you please.
Parent teacher conferences with Lela:
Channeling my inner prep with Manolo:
Cooking Mac ‘n Cheese with Oscar:
After the kids go to bed:
Huh…maybe that worked. Maybe I do feel a little pep in my step. Maybe enough pep in my step to face the rest of the day…or go buy myself a lottery ticket, because clearly I need one!
Hangin’ in there…
My birthday is on Christmas. I know. That makes me one jolly, holy, heckuva gal, right? But in addition to the sleigh I keep in my garage and the halo you see above my head (look carefully!), it also makes me the keeper of some great Christmas traditions. Two of my favorites:
I always receive “Christmas Birthday” cards. Yes, the fine folks at Hallmark and American Greetings make them, though not a lot of them, and so I often receive the same ones year after year. My mother and my grandmother each have enclosed one with a gift every year, without fail. I save theirs, and I love my annual perusal of that not-so-little stack of red and green birthday greetings. Even better, I now have three girls who also delight in that not-so-little stack of “Merry Happies,” and looking through them together over a plate of Chrismas cookies is a lovely way to spend time on a December afternoon.
Next up? Dessert. By all means, stop by my house for Christmas dinner and indulge in your holiday favorites: turkey, ham, Christmas trimmings and what not. But don’t go looking for gingerbread, fruitcake, apple pie, or even a candy cane for dessert. You’ll come up empty handed. What you’ll find instead? Birthday cake! The homemade kind, with enough red and green icing, sprinkles and sadly, now candles, to out-bedazzle even the Las Vegas strip. If I’m lucky enough to be with my mom, she’ll do the baking honors (Yes, I know this is slightly unfair, she did after all have to deliver a baby on Christmas Day many years ago. Delivering baked goods too probably violates some kind of mommy holiday labor law.). My girls of course take over in the decorating department. AND I JUST LOVE IT. Maybe because I appreciate the slightly untraditional twist to the end of an otherwise traditional day. Maybe because having my family standing around me singing feels just like Christmas should, even if what they are singing is the “Happy Birthday” song. Maybe because I know that cake, and the fine bunch o’ ladies who make it, are the best gifts I’ll ever have under my tree.