There is a sacred, holy day each month (sometimes twice if I’m lucky) where I observe that ever-so-blessed occurrence of the ultimate in female bonding – a lunch and shopping date with my best friend.
That glow isn’t the sunshine, no. It’s the happiness we’re radiating because for a couple of hours (not counting the blissful car ride there and back during which no sippy cups will be thrown and no seats will be kicked) we’ll get to enjoy a hot meal we don’t have to share and then pop in and out of stores at our own leisure without having to check strollers for stowaway merchandise pilfered by kleptomaniacal toddlers.
Usually that meal involves chopsticks, instruments with which I am almost proficient. It’s always a good day when I don’t have to pick rice out of my cleavage.
Our shopping today centered around cute clothes for the kiddos, including the one who isn’t scheduled to make his appearance for a few more months.
With our firstborn, my husband and I decided on a monkey theme for his room and clothes. Luckily, everything in the stores was completely monkeyfied at the time.
This time, we thought that whales might be cute. I was worried about that, since I’ve never seen a single whale on an outfit or nursery bedding set, but I do like a challenge.
Anyway, Greta and I walked into Carter’s and there was this whole wall covered in a layette of little whales.
It took me like 30 minutes to pick out two outfits. It was so tempting to just grab one of everything. Oh, the restraint I am able to practice in my old age.
Sweet Greta completed the baby’s “coming home” outfit with his first baby gift, a cuddly whale blanket.
While I pray that he stays put for at least another 15 weeks, I am already getting antsy about meeting him. Judging by his mama’s belly at not even 24 weeks, he’s gonna be a big guy!