Because I like to live by the seat of my maternity pants

I have this new resolution that I am not going to have the laptop open during the day while Bug is around. This is mostly because I do not want him to think that we bow down to the god of Apple, although that is pretty much the case. Because of this new resolution, I am going to try to blog at night, because it is too stressful to try and pound a post out while Bug has his 45-minute quiet time. As this did not happen last night, I now have 15 minutes to impart my daily wisdom onto your screens. Ready? Ok, GO.

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Yesterday, Bug was outside with the Lorso walking backwards up the back yard when he must have reached some moment of clarity inside his head that he felt compelled to share:

“Dad, you see my green shirt?”

“Yep.”

“Well, if you see this green shirt, then you will know that it is me.”

“Okay.”

“But if you see a LOT of people that are wearing green shirts, then just remember that I am the one who is your CHILD.”

“That is stellar advice.”

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Bug’s negotiating skills need some serious honing. Except I don’t want him to get good at negotiating, actually. Because really, getting him to finish dinner is a snap when I tell him he has to eat 3 more bites and he says, “No, TEN more bites!”

Well, ok. I GUESS YOU CAN EAT TEN MORE.

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Let’s say, hypothetically, that you got back from your week-long beach trip and found out you had been given TWO HUNDRED DOLLARS in AmEx cards as a gift from the parents of the kids at the preschool where you work. I’m curious – after you said “Holy SHIT!” kind of too loud around your kid, what would you spend it on? More specifically, if you were ME, what would you spend it on? Because I definitely don’t have a shortage of ideas on what to spend money on, but narrowing it down is kind of a challenge, so I want to see if anyone can comes up with something so awesome that it trumps all my ideas. If your idea is gets chosen, I will mail you a piece of chocolate. Ok, ok, TWO pieces of chocolate. And I’ll kiss the envelope with lipstick. Unless you are related to me.

Time’s up – let the Apple be banished to its rightful corner!

7 comments

1 Debbie { 05.27.08 at 3:00 pm }

So many fun things you could spend money on….a massage (that’s always my first choice), something nice and cute for the new baby, a nice maternity outfit for you, a family outing (the aquarium, a zoo, etc)…I think that’s all I got! Enjoy it!

2 Anjie { 05.27.08 at 3:26 pm }

dude! fun art and decorative stuff for your newly fabulous house! that’s the stuff that you want but don’t buy for yourself. i heard there’s this store you like…i mean are obsessed with! also, i recommend heliotrope in decatur…super fun stuff! or, get whatever you want….stuff for the kids is responsible, too. :)

3 Meredith { 05.27.08 at 4:01 pm }

Sweet manna from heaven! I always find myself getting extremely frugal with gift cards—wringing out every last cent from them on as much stuff as possible. Perhaps I should start buying them for myself, as a way of spending more responsibly… Enjoy–and the next time you feel lousy for working so hard at a modest rate, quickly factor in this gift for that day/week’s hours: suddenly you will feel marginally more adequately valued.

4 Allen G { 05.27.08 at 4:19 pm }

send one to that women who always forwards your rent checks :)

5 Kate { 05.27.08 at 6:14 pm }

Sheets! Ridiculously soft, heaven-pillow-cloud, obscenely high thread count sheets that wrap you in happiness every time you sleep.

6 Rachel W { 05.27.08 at 9:53 pm }

1 word: Anthropologie
You might be able to get 2 shirts and a headband :)

p.s. Bug totally rocked that Gator shirt at the beach. I’m so proud!

7 Rachel D { 05.28.08 at 12:59 am }

Wow, that was a lot of post for only 15 minutes. I don’t have any good purchasing ideas but I will second the massage and the fantastic sheets.
Also, I will be watching SYTYCD too! I love that show, so I will think of you when I watch it. Oh wait, that is 3 hours too late.

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