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Tuesday, July 10, 2007And There Was SunlightI didn't have to report for jury duty today. I almost burst into tears of relief yesterday when I listened to the recorded message that announced the good news. I must be pregnant or something. So guess who grabbed her eleven-year-old daughter and headed to Babies R Us? We narrowed our paint choices down to two that matched the nursery bedding. Then, exactly as I'd hoped, Rachel's eyes reflected the glee of shopping-for-a-baby as she asked, "Could we just walk around and look a little bit?" Twist my arm. I even gave her the bar code gun so that she could add a few things to the registry; a rattle here, a bib there. She loved it. No, she more than loved it. She probably could have combed the entire store over the next three hours and never batted an eye. I bought a fitted sheet for the cradle (which my unstoppable nesting instinct compelled me to set up today, with Jonathan's help). The eager, way-too-young store manager who waited on me said, "So, is this your first?" "No, it's my fifth." "FIFTH??" (I'm used to this reaction.) "Yep." "Wow. That's a lot of babies." No kidding. "I guess you really know what you're doing, then!" Well, sure, I had to admit that I do know what I'm doing. "I have one," he continued. "And I'd really like three more, you know? But ours is two and it's SO HARD." He's telling a mother of four-plus-one-on-the-way that raising one two-year-old is hard? Okay, so he was young. And yes, raising even one two-year-old can drain the life from the most stalwart parent. Especially if you're not setting appropriate boundaries with the child. Naturally, I wasn't going to go there with Howdy Doody here. "So, how old are your others?" he asked. "Well, my youngest is eight, and --" "Your YOUNGEST?" "Ur, yeah, and my oldest is fifteen." "Wow. You don't look OLD enough!" Suddenly I liked this guy. I bobbed him a curtsy and said, "You just want me to come back and shop at your store again!" Yep, I'll be back. When I'm at 39 weeks and feeling like a hippo in need of a chiropractor, I'll waddle up to his counter and wait for him to gush about how not-old-enough I am to be the mother of a fifteen-year-old. Then, in a fit of youthful glee, I'll buy something. Well. It might be cloudy today, but my life's all sunshine. I'm almost ready to face another day in the county courthouse. Almost. |
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7of my readers are feeling chatty:
3 hours in babies 'r us is definately do-able...especially when shopping for a girl...i used to be in that store weekly
Believe it or not, I like shopping for baby clothes.
One year our company did a Sub for Santa thing, and Igot the little baby girl. I had a blast shopping for clothes for her. That little girl was well-outfitted. Little baby clothes are so cute. I love the little teeny shoes too.
The Bear was hard to shop for, because his head was in the 90th percentile while the rest of him was in the 25th percentile. He was like a reverse Weeble.
Your court thing is weird. I've never experienced continual jury duty like you describe. Around here, it is a one-shot deal.
Hi, Jill! :) You DON'T look old to me either!
Yay! You said chiropractor! :)
That kid needs a promotion. NOW.
- what a nice day! How wonderful! Which one do you go to? I need a "oh wow, 5 kids, wow, you don't look that old, wow" comment today. :o)
I love shopping for babies!! Yes, you do look young Jill! I've been telling you that for years. I guess if a complete stranger says the same thing then it must be true. :0) I'm happy that you were relieved of jury duty today and that you had a nice time with Rachel.
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