Kidding - I have more to say. You knew I had more to say. I always have more to say.
First a story b/c it's too good not to share, and then some unrelated pictures b/c I'd get hate mail if I posted an entry without at least one pic of the most beautiful 22 month old (22 months!) in the history of EVER.
Story:
A month or so we were at some friends house for some dinner and drinks. They have a daughter about Jack's age and Jack just LOVED playing with her little toy kitchen while we were there. This past weekend Jack and I were up in Jersey visiting family. They also have a daughter about Jack's age and again - he LOVED playing with her toy kitchen. (Incidentally have you seen the toy kitchens these days? "Stainless Steel" appliances. "Granite" countertops. Crown molding. "Hardwood" flooring. All plastic of course but still!) I decided on the long drive home home yesterday (damn that DC area Sunday afternoon rush hour) that Jack *NEEDS* a kitchen of his own. Has to have it. Might perish without it. So I'm sitting here today eating my leftover cheesesteak (yum!) for lunch and I think "THAT is what I can do on my lunch hour!". And off to Toys R Us I go.
As I'm standing there in the home stuff aisle perusing the kitchens I start thinking (usually not a good thing) and I think "Hmmmmmm. These kitchens are kind of pricey for a "just because he really likes it" gift.". I'm standing there arguing with myself (not out loud but I'm pretty sure I was mouthing the words as I was saying them in my head) telling myself I shouldn't buy him every single thing he shows an interest in and wondering if this is something that I really should hold off on until, say, his birthday or Christmas so as not to spoil him. I immediately counter by trying to convince myself that it will help keep him entertained while I am making (well - heating up) dinner and pointing out that it wouuld be good to teach him "home economics" (oops I mean "family and consumer sciences")** at an early age so it's more of an investment in his education then anything else (see how I can rationalize purchases like that? This is why most of my friends don't like to go shopping with me. Too dangerous.). I pick up the ticket to take to the front counter for purchase ... I put it down. Pick it up. Put it down. Stare for a while. Start drifting off in thought wondering if I fed the cat this morning (I didn't). Realize I am still standing in the kitchens aisle at Toys are us and that I should really stop taking silently to myself as it seems to be scaring little children. In the end I decide "No. Something like this should be saved for a special occasion! I am going to stand my ground and NOT buy it for him right now."
I give myself a quick pat on the back confident that I have made the proper and most "adult" decision possible, hold my head high and saunter RIGHT out of that toy store .....
with a bubble mower and a 5 pack of matchbox cars.
I really should not be let out alone. Ever.
Now that I've gotten that out ... pictures!
Checking out what is cooking on Daddy's new "Big Green Egg" grill/smoker:
Giving the grill a hug before going to bed ... this boy is SO his father!
Drinking and driving!
More pics shortly.
***I SO loved Home Ec class in highschool. Only in Home Ec can you burn your great-big-cookie cake cooking project, turn in your oh-so-sexy "Jams" shorts sewing project 2 weeks late with one leg shorten then the other and still score an "A" for the semester. Do you know we actually learned how to iron in that class? Do you know that the first time I typed "learned" in that last sentence I actually typed "lurned"?? (What is wrong with me!! See the exclamation point there in place of a quesiton mark. That indicates I don't really want an answer to that so cease all calls and emails now.) We all actually sat around an ironing board and the teacher demonstrated the "proper" way to press a shirt. Good Lord - call a dry cleaner, woman!
