Shopping troubles

Last weekend I attempted a shopping trip (sans kids) in hopes of updating my wardrobe somewhat. Easier said than done. I remember in previous times when almost everything I tried on actually looked good. Now it seems to be a major endeavor to find one skirt that looks good on me. I eventually found one at T.J. Maxx ... but not after looking extensively at several other stores first. I was also looking for some of the longer shorts (I don't know the proper name, I'll have to ask my fashionista friend Linda). No luck there. Everything is low-rise. I used to love low-rise. Now, with a 2nd baby flabby belly (despite being back to pre-pregnancy weight), the belly over the waistband look is just not working for me. I'm sad to discover that Gap is almost 100% low-rise since that is my favorite store lately. All that to say... I will need to make another mall trip sometime soon. Hopefully I'll have more luck next time.

The facial massage

Over the last few days/weeks, Zachary has been working on his Mother's Day gift to me - a facial massage. Instead of purchasing the typical gift certificate to the spa down the street, he has decided to do the massage himself. He makes sure my face is within a few inches of his chubby face, then he makes his move. He grabs both of my cheeks and does his magic. He does a very deep tissue massage which also involves nails. So far no bruises but Mother's Day is still a few days off, so there are a few more days to practice.

The important things in life

One of Zachary's most favorite ways to go to sleep is in the sling. He just went down for his third nap of the day in the tan Over-the-shoulder sling. Sometimes I rush this process, trying to sway and bounce him to sleep as quickly as possible so I can go on with more “important” things – like cooking, throwing in a load of laundry, eating dinner without bouncing a baby on my lap, or the vital checking of email. But today I made the right choice – I enjoyed the process. I buried my nose into his lovely hair, drinking in his sweet baby smell, swaying to the music playing on the CD player. I held him longer than normal – not because I had to but because I wanted to. He will grow up so quickly (as evidenced by his brother) – I want to treasure every single moment of his baby days.

The stately prince sleeps in the royal position

Lousy shirts

This is starting to get really annoying. I discovered this morning that my 4th new shirt in the last 3 months is defective. So far I have had seams come undone on a Gap shirt, a Target shirt, and now a Sam's club shirt - all after only 2-3 washes. Yesterday an Old Navy shirt's decorative seam also came undone after the very 1st wash. Technically these are simple things to fix - if I had the right thread color (which I don't). But regardless, shouldn't I be able to buy a new shirt and expect it to hold up for at least, let's say, 5 washes? I think I am going to do a massive "return-the-lousy-shirts" trip this week and see what the stores will do about their faulty merchandise.

Old baby?

We took a family shopping trip to Old Navy today, and Benji mistakenly called it "Old Baby." I love that he is talking now more! I hope I can remember all the cute things he says. One way to memorialize them is to write them on the blog.

New haircut

Since I know that you guys like looking at pictures of my kids just as much as I do ... yeah right! Oh well, it's my blog and I will post what I want ... here's Zac looking timid with his new haircut.

Professional Pictures from mid-March

"Mom, where do babies come from?"

While in the bathroom (a popular spot for a potty-training toddler), Benji asked if we bought his potty seat at Wal-Mart. Indeed we had. Then he asked if we bought the toilet at Wal-Mart. That was here when we bought the house, so I didn't know the answer to that one. Then Benji turned to Zachary playing on the floor - how about him? Did he come from Wal-Mart?

A good sign that we spend too much time at Wal-Mart shopping.

There's a good reason why housewives don't get french manicures...

... it's called life. My french manicure lasted through J & R's wedding. But the next day, real life continued. After a day of chopping vegetables, washing dishes, putting diapers in the diaper pail, and gardening, the nails aren't looking so good. I am about to go remove the polish - though Benji will be sad when he discovers that Momma's crescent moons (the top white part) and Scotch tape (the clear polish below) is gone when he wakes up from his nap. It was fun while it lasted... :)