8 Months

Happy 8 months, monster and Merry first Christmas.
You're the best gift we've ever been given.

Getting Older

Recently, I attended a lingerie shower for a friend who is getting married this month. Partly because I love the store and partly out of guilt because I can't attend her wedding, I went to Anthropologie for the lingerie. I found this eggplant silk number. As I was at the counter paying for it, the cashier said, "Isn't this the best?" I agreed. She continued, "It's a fraction of the price of our dresses, but you could totally wear it as a dress." Outwardly, I nodded my head, but my inner monologue went something like this, "That seems totally out of the question. Wait a minute. Am I so old that the thought of wearing a tissue paper thin, barely thigh skimming piece of lingerie as a dress seems totally preposterous? I think so. Sigh."

Dialogue

Had you been in the car with us when we went to get groceries on Saturday, this is what you would have heard:

Tim: (motioning towards the car ahead of us as we sat stopped at the red light) "Look at the curly hair on that person in the back seat."

Me: "Oh my gosh. It looks like poodle hair."

Tim: (laughing) "You're right. It totally does. I wonder if it's naturally like that or if they perm it?"

A moment of silence follows as we sip our coffee and regard the hair.

Me: "Is that an old woman or a young boy?"

Tim: "I cannot tell."

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We never did figure it out, but it sure was entertaining.