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baby treasure
My mother-in-law is moving to the states from Paris this summer. I’m super excited for her new U.S. adventure to start, but I’m really sad that William won’t be getting any cute Paris clothes from her anymore. Luckily, he’s still got a few things to grow into, including the best little preppy coat - a sweet little brown canvas pea coat. She really gets the best stuff, and it’s always stuff that we’d never see here.
I did find a website recently with some really cute stuff - children’s boutique clothing on MoppetFrocks.com. The Kate Mack stuff actually makes me want to have a girl, even though I never thought that would be the case! Look at this butterfly dress…it’s like the perfect little baby fairy princess dress!
I’m definitely more of an Old Navy and Target kind of girl. That’s why I really appreciated the French clothes from my mother in law - it was stuff I would never have the good taste to find on my own. But sites like moppetfrocks are good because I can get children’s boutique clothes without changing out of my Target pajamas.
Of course, as usual, there is way more stuff for girls than boys. Like that super cute denim dress. But it’s fun to look!
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alligator eyes
As a family, we have alligator eyes and bird stomachs. Or bird bank accounts. Or a bird garage, that can’t possibly hold all the crap we buy our kid.
He often says, “Target is great!” You know what that means? It means we go to Target and buy toys TOO much. That kid is so spoiled. Today, we went to Toys R Us, and there was a sign on the wall when we walked in that said, “hurry, we have Wii’s in stock today!” I almost bought one.
My kid is 2. I don’t think he can play a Wii yet. I’m not sure why we don’t have any self control, except the fact that he’s such a good kid. He’s not bratty, he always says please and thank you, he genuinely loves all of his toys - for at least 10 minutes, anyway.
The other day, there was a garage sale down the street. The guy was selling off his Matchbox collection, and he had a huge box full of unopened matchbox cars. We bought a few, and left. William was thrilled. He played with those cars and trucks all day. My husband had a golf game that afternoon, and decided to stop back by the yard sale on his way to the course to see if there were any cars left. He gave the guy $40 and bought the whole box. There are probably 70 cars in that box.
What the hell are we going to do with all those cars?
We’ve been giving him a new car everyday. His “suprise” - he hasn’t seen the box, but he knows the suprise comes from the garage. Today, he said, “mom, let’s go in the garage and get a surprise.”
Crap. He’s onto us. Now, both Target and the garage are “great!”
Next, he’ll have a trampoline, a sandbox (even though there’s perfectly good dirt in the flower bed, a bigger plastic pool, a picnic table (have you seen the cute one at Target? With the bugs?)…you see where I’m going with this.
The poor house, that’s where.
