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Sunday, November 09, 2008

Nov 9 Gear

I managed the monsters by myself in church today. The baby sat on my lap for most of the meeting. Much like someone else I could name, the cleavage has been appropriated as a resting spot for whatever the baby needs. Today, the overflow room housed goldfish and dried cranberries. Plink, plink, plink, he’d drop them in one by one. A couple minutes later, he’d fish them out for consumption. He got mad at me because one cranberry became irretrievable. Don’t worry, little one, it will all shake out at the end!

I’ve never considered that my body could be used as a food storage device. I think it’s just one more indication of my baby’s superior organization and design genius. Maybe we should send his headshots to the Clean House crew. It’s never too early to start exploiting your child’s Hollywood potential!





Gear: Dark gray palazzo pants (a wider than wide leg cut) from Target, on sale for 3.98. These are some of my lounge pants, aka I-wouldn't-step-foot-out-of-the-house-in-these-unless-I-was-dead-or-on-the-way-to-a-hospital-to-have-a-baby-pants. However, I would slide them on to watch Lipstick Jungle, or do the dishes. Shirt? Tennis whites.


5 comments:

morganmoore said...

Church alone with kids= the worst! I passed Kete off in church today to a stranger sitting behind me. I was seriously getting claustrophobic.

I always seem to find pennies and what not down my shirt. I can only aspire to cranberries.

Melody said...

You look FABULOUS in anything! I love your posts and I loved seeing you at lunch. And, that cleavage thing... the link to the other cleavage thing, well, it made me laugh out loud. Good luck with the retrievals.

Shawn said...

Cleavage----I just barely acquired it a few years ago.

I've never known what to do with it---it gets in the way.

Now I know that its for food storage.

Thanks for the suggestion.

KT said...

Oh no! I'd totally do shopping in those! I am one of "those" people who has no problem grocery shopping in pajamas or work-out clothes.

Great, now we can't be friends in real life because I'm a walking fashion faux pau.

AzĂșcar said...

kt, it's time, you're no longer a co-ed. No more pajamas in public.

No.

Exceptions:
You are sick with death flu.
You're 9 months pregnant and nothing else fits.
You are 5.