Have you ever enjoyed cheesecake, sitting up and laughing in bed? I highly recommend it. Our “playing hookey” day yesterday turned out to be a lot of fun, and something I definitely think needs to be pencilled in on a more regular basis. It stormed most of the day, which added to the cozy feel inside, and when the electricity flickered off, we lit candles and just snuggled.
When the rain eased up, we headed out for dinner and then shopped for clothes for the kids. This task is necessary roughly every few weeks, minimum, as they seem to instantly outgrow any article of clothing the moment it touches their flesh. It almost makes it seem like a reasonable fiscal decision to have a baby so there is someone to grow into the clothes they can no longer wear, since the cats won’t wear them. (I’ve tried.) I love simple things like picking out the kids’ clothes with Gary, and even trips to Walmart end up with us laughing (and drawing amused smiles) as we roam the aisles and toss roughly 50 more items into the cart than we had on our list, causing us to exchange “What did you buy?” glances at the register. Grocery shopping is another matter, however. I hate grocery shopping and no one, not even a hockey player, not even Marty St. Louis, could accompany me to the grocery store and convince me there is a shred of fun in the chore.
It’s obvious some designers of children’s clothes have never even met a little person under the age of 55, and certainly never observed typical behavior of the youngling crowd. Ummm….white pants for a kid not even 2 years old yet? Do these designers also own stock in bleach and laundry detergent and stain sticks (and Aleve)? And shirts with ties that actually need to remain tied in order to keep the child from being stark naked, yet within easy reach of busy little fingers…not a good design for a young child, nor are cutesy little hats that perfectly match the outfit but would be plucked from the head approximately 2.7 seconds after being perfectly arranged on the little noggin, examined briefly, then cast dismissively into a bush somewhere. Not surprisingly, most of this silliness in design was exclusive to little girls’ clothes, though I did spot one of those awful sweater-vest-and-bowtie-dress-pants outfits for a little boy and involuntarily twitched in sympathetic pain for any pitiful little boy forced to wear such a wretchedly nerdy ensemble.
Gary spent today with Dove, who hopefully was not dressed in a bowtie or sweater vest or perky hat, and I am looking forward to hearing all about their day when he gets home. Dove is a lively, loving, and very smart little girl, and it makes me smile (to myself, when he’s not looking) how she can wrap her daddy tightly around her little finger with a smile, a kiss, or a hug….all quite effortlessly!