Big thank you to Kelley and Heidi! Both forwarded my blog on Facebook and I got 102 hits today! (Probably helped too that I used the word fart in the teaser--the words boob, strippers, nip and fart seem to be money words.)
I don't know if I have told you this but CCW doesn't read my blog. He claims that it may invade my privacy and hinder the creative process. I just don't think he would like it..not because of the choice Wang stories that I describe but my writing is very different than what he normally reads. The books he reads are those that I tried to avoid buying in college--fact filled and void of dialogue. His favorite genre is Europe, Pre-World War II..with maps. CCW feels as though he has scored when there is an old map placed in like a centerfold. The whole thing had a creepy dungeon and dragons feel. (He said wasn't into D+D but I am not sure why he doesn't fess up--he all ready got the girl.)
When we first started dating I joked, (after seeing his book choice) that maybe he should read encyclopedias too.
C-"Oh I have..when I was young."
J-"For God's sake, why?"
C-"They were there."
(Dude you read the cereal box because "it was there." Who picks up an entire set of Encyclopedia Britannica for the sheer pleasure?)
We started joking that he reads "smart books". Apparently my smutty crotch novels with bright covers don't qualify. This was fully realized when we were moving in together for the first time and, combined, had boxes of books. As we started to fill shelves with glass plated doors, Ching said, that perhaps we could put all of his smart books out so guests could see those? Apparently my dumb books could be relegated to a old book shelf in the den. We ended up splitting the good shelves..boring fact filled snoozers on the left, smut on the right.
On our Hawaiian honeymoon, Ching's beach book was an 1800 page book on Europe. As we are lying in the cabana, this book is seriously shading some of the son. I know other chicks are passing by impressed by the size of his book and probably wondered how I reeled this fish in..
Wednesday, March 7, 2012
Tuesday, March 6, 2012
You can always win with me with either chips and guac OR a hunk of soft cheese.)
Late Sunday afternoon, Ching said he needed to go to Trader Joe's to get these dried apple rings that are now his new favorite snack. Please keep in mind on Saturday, when I went grocery shopping, I specifically asked, "Is there anything in particular that you would like?" His response was the standard, "nope." I think now he wishes that I had picked them up because he is acting about as shifty as a 17 year old buying condoms at a gas station. Perhaps there is something more?
So, this Sunday, Ching decides that he also wants something sweet. This is where the shiftiness is coming from..the same that I get when I want a bottle of wine but..(you know, it's only Tuesday.) But I don't initially know that..I just think he has one short errand to TJ's. His short errand seems to take longer than anticipated..seems as though he is harvesting the apples as well. Finally he gets home and I ask:
(J) "Is everything okay?"
(C) "Yeah, why?"
(J) "You just took much longer than expected. I was worried."
(C)"Oh, I went to Whole Foods too."
(J) "What did you get?"
(C) "An individual strawberry shortcake..(oh, here it comes..3, 2, 1 ) for me."
(J) "And me?"
(C) " Well nothing..you didn't ask."
(I didn't know he was going there. We have been married for almost nine God damned years..you can always win with me with either chips and guac OR a hunk of soft cheese.)
(C) "Do you want me to go back? No..really?"
It's the gesture..take a guess! (Obviously the idea of Valentine's Day has now dissipated like a fart in the wind.)Even if I don't want it initially..it will keep for several days!
I have this notion of taking his laundry and piling it in a stinky corner. Dinner is made just for me and the girls. Clutter of his is kept all over perhaps even in his bed. Groceries..just for me, Laurel and Rachel--nothing that he would specifically want.
"Oh, you wanted (laundry, dinner, maid service, groceries) too? You didn't ask.
So, this Sunday, Ching decides that he also wants something sweet. This is where the shiftiness is coming from..the same that I get when I want a bottle of wine but..(you know, it's only Tuesday.) But I don't initially know that..I just think he has one short errand to TJ's. His short errand seems to take longer than anticipated..seems as though he is harvesting the apples as well. Finally he gets home and I ask:
(J) "Is everything okay?"
(C) "Yeah, why?"
(J) "You just took much longer than expected. I was worried."
(C)"Oh, I went to Whole Foods too."
(J) "What did you get?"
(C) "An individual strawberry shortcake..(oh, here it comes..3, 2, 1 ) for me."
(J) "And me?"
(C) " Well nothing..you didn't ask."
(I didn't know he was going there. We have been married for almost nine God damned years..you can always win with me with either chips and guac OR a hunk of soft cheese.)
(C) "Do you want me to go back? No..really?"
It's the gesture..take a guess! (Obviously the idea of Valentine's Day has now dissipated like a fart in the wind.)Even if I don't want it initially..it will keep for several days!
I have this notion of taking his laundry and piling it in a stinky corner. Dinner is made just for me and the girls. Clutter of his is kept all over perhaps even in his bed. Groceries..just for me, Laurel and Rachel--nothing that he would specifically want.
"Oh, you wanted (laundry, dinner, maid service, groceries) too? You didn't ask.
Monday, March 5, 2012
Where did this backbone come from?
I was not sure about sending Rachel to school today. She has a cold..basic congestion but her eyes, if you pardon the phrase, full of gunk. Under the eye is slightly swollen, but she doesn't rub and the whites of her eyes..white. The last sign that gives me the green light is the fact that she has no fever.
But all day, I wait for a call. A call that says she is definitely sick, has a fever..come get your kid. I get a call but it is very different than I expect. And holy crap, I play hard ball:
(I see the 617 number..oh hell..at least she made it after her nap. And selfishly after my lunchtime run.)
JCW: This is JCW. (Like I don't know it's them.)
Teacher: Oh hi, Jude. How are you?
JCW: (Let's cut to the chase.) Is Rachel okay? (I know she is..I can hear her laughing in the background.)
Teacher: She is okay but I just wanted to give you an update. I know this morning you said she had a cold but her eyes have a lot of discharge. We aren't doctors here and don't think it's pinkeye. But she seems to have a slight redness under her eyes.
JCW: Does she have a fever?
Teacher: No.
JCW: How is her mood?
Teacher: Actually she is in a great mood. She has been dancing all day.
JCW: (This makes me silently chuckle. Gross eyes aside, while I think Rachel will be genius, I don't think she got my gift of rhythm)
It is now silent. She can't tell me to come get her because she isn't contagious and she doesn't fever. She wants me to offer to come get Rachel. Still silent...I am not offering. I can hear her squealing in the background. This is like a verbal staring contest..and I am winning!
JCW: I am getting her at 5:30. If she spikes a fever or is acting terribly cranky please let me know. (Holy Shit. Where did this backbone come from?)
Teacher: See you at 5:30..just wanted to give you an update.
JCW: (While I won, I just got a late jab.)
I would like to drop everything and go get Rachel..nothing that I am doing at work is as important as she. Really, even though some days looks like she is flipping me off, with her eyes, we are like two peas in a pod. Jesus, and it's just a little crud..This crud will either clear up tomorrow or put me in the running for "Mother of the Year."
But all day, I wait for a call. A call that says she is definitely sick, has a fever..come get your kid. I get a call but it is very different than I expect. And holy crap, I play hard ball:
(I see the 617 number..oh hell..at least she made it after her nap. And selfishly after my lunchtime run.)
JCW: This is JCW. (Like I don't know it's them.)
Teacher: Oh hi, Jude. How are you?
JCW: (Let's cut to the chase.) Is Rachel okay? (I know she is..I can hear her laughing in the background.)
Teacher: She is okay but I just wanted to give you an update. I know this morning you said she had a cold but her eyes have a lot of discharge. We aren't doctors here and don't think it's pinkeye. But she seems to have a slight redness under her eyes.
JCW: Does she have a fever?
Teacher: No.
JCW: How is her mood?
Teacher: Actually she is in a great mood. She has been dancing all day.
JCW: (This makes me silently chuckle. Gross eyes aside, while I think Rachel will be genius, I don't think she got my gift of rhythm)
It is now silent. She can't tell me to come get her because she isn't contagious and she doesn't fever. She wants me to offer to come get Rachel. Still silent...I am not offering. I can hear her squealing in the background. This is like a verbal staring contest..and I am winning!
JCW: I am getting her at 5:30. If she spikes a fever or is acting terribly cranky please let me know. (Holy Shit. Where did this backbone come from?)
Teacher: See you at 5:30..just wanted to give you an update.
JCW: (While I won, I just got a late jab.)
I would like to drop everything and go get Rachel..nothing that I am doing at work is as important as she. Really, even though some days looks like she is flipping me off, with her eyes, we are like two peas in a pod. Jesus, and it's just a little crud..This crud will either clear up tomorrow or put me in the running for "Mother of the Year."
Sunday, March 4, 2012
"Really, Laurel? Then how do you explain chicken nuggets?"
Every now and then Laurel will astound me by something that she has said or done. My reaction is of either "She is related to me!" or "Where the hell did she come from?". Let me give you some of my favorites about my girl Laurel.
Last night, she was panicked because she couldn't find her plastic squishy bracelet that she got at the dentist's office. (Fill a cavity, get a prize--that makes all the sense to me.)
"Laurel are you talking about the yellowy, green bracelet?"
"Actually, Mom, it's chartreuse."
ALL MINE!
Then there was dinner this week. One night, she was eating the standard pasta or mac and cheese. She looks over and sneers at my dinner.
"Mom, why do you eat meat?"
(Oh Christ--Before I say anything, let me tell you that I am eating a bone-in pork spare rib. I love eating meat and I tend to like some fat too--ribeyes, spare ribs, etc. If someone offers me anything "reduced fat", I politely decline and ask for full fat.)
"Laurel, I like eating meat. It can be good for you."
"It disrupts nature"
"Really, Laurel? Then how do you explain chicken nuggets?"
Not Mine--not only does she not like meat but she has no smart-ass comeback.
"Laurel who did you eat lunch today?'
"No one..I chose to eat alone but sat across from a teacher. You know mom, sometimes it is nice to eat alone.
"Yes Laurel, it most certainly is."
MINE!
But then when we are somewhere like the grocery store and she is so pokey. Perhaps I am just a little pissy because I have menial stuff to do..and she has nothing to do other than various lessons, art projects and cartoons. Regardless, I like to move swiftly, with purpose. I can't even put this in an anecdote..she is just so pokey. Ching is kind of pokey too. No need to go any further on that one. (Not mine..)
And lastly, I am watching Laurel play basketball in the cul-de-sac. As she tosses the ball up to the rim, she immediately cowers away from the net and hides her face to make sure the descending ball doesn't hit her in the face. Absolutely all me..
(Because who would want a ball in the face?)
Last night, she was panicked because she couldn't find her plastic squishy bracelet that she got at the dentist's office. (Fill a cavity, get a prize--that makes all the sense to me.)
"Laurel are you talking about the yellowy, green bracelet?"
"Actually, Mom, it's chartreuse."
ALL MINE!
Then there was dinner this week. One night, she was eating the standard pasta or mac and cheese. She looks over and sneers at my dinner.
"Mom, why do you eat meat?"
(Oh Christ--Before I say anything, let me tell you that I am eating a bone-in pork spare rib. I love eating meat and I tend to like some fat too--ribeyes, spare ribs, etc. If someone offers me anything "reduced fat", I politely decline and ask for full fat.)
"Laurel, I like eating meat. It can be good for you."
"It disrupts nature"
"Really, Laurel? Then how do you explain chicken nuggets?"
Not Mine--not only does she not like meat but she has no smart-ass comeback.
"Laurel who did you eat lunch today?'
"No one..I chose to eat alone but sat across from a teacher. You know mom, sometimes it is nice to eat alone.
"Yes Laurel, it most certainly is."
MINE!
But then when we are somewhere like the grocery store and she is so pokey. Perhaps I am just a little pissy because I have menial stuff to do..and she has nothing to do other than various lessons, art projects and cartoons. Regardless, I like to move swiftly, with purpose. I can't even put this in an anecdote..she is just so pokey. Ching is kind of pokey too. No need to go any further on that one. (Not mine..)
And lastly, I am watching Laurel play basketball in the cul-de-sac. As she tosses the ball up to the rim, she immediately cowers away from the net and hides her face to make sure the descending ball doesn't hit her in the face. Absolutely all me..
(Because who would want a ball in the face?)
As Laurel grows, I just unroll-makes sense to me.
On Saturday morning, prior to Laurel's dance class, I had to repair her leotard. It wasn't a rip near a seam. It was a hole right in the front..apparently she tried to cut the tag and ended up with a hole about the size of an edamame bean.
How am I supposed to fix this? Let me re-phrase, how am I going to fix this and make it look acceptable? Part of me wanted to toss the leotard and buy a new one. Not only was it too late to do this (dance class starts in less than an hour) but that would be utter bullshit..and wasteful. And my mom could sew up a storm--both fixing and sewing from scratch. How come I didn't get this trait?
On several occasions she made clothes and costumes. When I was in the 5th grade she made me a blazer. I don't know what is more shocking to me--how well the blazer was made or the fact that in the 5th grade, I wanted to wear a blazer.
If Laurel's pants are too long, I roll them. But when I was little, my mom would have me stand on the kitchen table in stocking feet, and pin up my pants. She then would sew them with enough slack so they could be let down as I grew. As Laurel grows, I just unroll-makes sense to me.
I grew up with a sewing machine in the house. A couple of times, I would try a project or two with not the best success. A sewing machine would look like a fake period piece in my home like those rotary phones they sell at Pottery Barn. I am surprised they don't sell decorative machines.
The leotard looked okay after I was done with it. Thankfully, it was black. But it took a really long time. I asked Ching where my motherly sewing skill was..he just looked at me and said I had other skills..which made me feel both stupid and strangely dirty. (My mother who was first basking in the compliment of her motherhood skills is now covering her eyes, screaming too much information.)
I am pretty sure he is just talking about my ability of finding a good tailor on the internet.
How am I supposed to fix this? Let me re-phrase, how am I going to fix this and make it look acceptable? Part of me wanted to toss the leotard and buy a new one. Not only was it too late to do this (dance class starts in less than an hour) but that would be utter bullshit..and wasteful. And my mom could sew up a storm--both fixing and sewing from scratch. How come I didn't get this trait?
On several occasions she made clothes and costumes. When I was in the 5th grade she made me a blazer. I don't know what is more shocking to me--how well the blazer was made or the fact that in the 5th grade, I wanted to wear a blazer.
If Laurel's pants are too long, I roll them. But when I was little, my mom would have me stand on the kitchen table in stocking feet, and pin up my pants. She then would sew them with enough slack so they could be let down as I grew. As Laurel grows, I just unroll-makes sense to me.
I grew up with a sewing machine in the house. A couple of times, I would try a project or two with not the best success. A sewing machine would look like a fake period piece in my home like those rotary phones they sell at Pottery Barn. I am surprised they don't sell decorative machines.
The leotard looked okay after I was done with it. Thankfully, it was black. But it took a really long time. I asked Ching where my motherly sewing skill was..he just looked at me and said I had other skills..which made me feel both stupid and strangely dirty. (My mother who was first basking in the compliment of her motherhood skills is now covering her eyes, screaming too much information.)
I am pretty sure he is just talking about my ability of finding a good tailor on the internet.
Friday, March 2, 2012
You can knock all you want but no one is letting you in.
The second round of play dates is now occurring. The second round means that someone is either reciprocating the play date or we are asking the child over again (It is usually the latter.) There are some kids that I do want over but after round 1, some have been cut. Consider the door locked..you can knock all you want but no one is letting you in. Let's review the kids:
Child A: You seemed okay but you wouldn't say anything when I said hello. You just stared at me like I had a booger on my face. It freaked me out a little. Move to the side, you are on the waiting list.
Child B: I loved Child B! This little boy was so great. The highlight was when we were sitting down having a snack of Pirate's Booty and a juice box. I asked him if there was a favorite TV show that he liked to watch. He said that he liked The Voice AND THEN, asked me what I liked to watch. Holy crap..this kid is going to be money with the ladies down the road. He is definitely in! (And secretly I would like him to be Laurel's prom date..you know, planning ahead.)
Child C: I absolutely not. This was the little girl that lied to Laurel and said she met Katy Perry. Trying to solicit a Sprite too..give this girlie 3 years and she is going to openly role her eyes at me.
Child D: Very sweet girl--she is in. She also liked to play with Rachel. Her mom was pretty fancy--make up and done hair. Holy Christ..thankfully, I am pretty sure my sweatshirt wasn't stained that day. On Saturday, not only am I not fancy but probably not showered. (Pretty sure that remnants of eye make up from the prior day are still there too.)
Child E You were okay but don't freakin' hide your socks in Laurel's bed and then expect me to find them as your mom "is in a hurry". I don't need that shit at 4:00 on a Saturday--you pushed me to the bottle sooner than expected.
Child F-This little girl blended with the other kids. But I liked the mom..didn't try too hard..maybe she is like me and doesn't like people. Perhaps she likes them quiet and mean..just like me!
Child G--This kid is on my shit list and is considered worse than kid C. She used our hardwood stairs as a slide, then decided to use our the banister and rungs (of the stairs) as a jungle gym. The mom just looked at me and said, jokingly, "Is that okay?" Are you freakin' kidding me? When Laurel followed suit, I told her that climbing like that was unacceptable. But the mom didn't get the hint. She was too busy admiring (with her husband) how open our dining room and are kitchen are. This isn't an open house, and my ziti, eggplant, pancetta bake is 4 minutes from dinging. Get the hell out of here.
Child H--This little girl was a stereotypical little girl--bows and dolls. She was well spoken and wanted me to play with her and Laurel. Her mom seemed nice too. What I found particularly comforting was her 3 year old sister screaming in the background as a confirmed over the phone. My girls don't let me talk on the phone either. Maybe it's your sister that I want to come over and play..or perhaps you and Rachel will scheme in the future.
So the score is:
B, D, F, H--In
A, D..Not sure..perhaps in desperation
C and G--Not on your life but you will probably be over the most.
Child A: You seemed okay but you wouldn't say anything when I said hello. You just stared at me like I had a booger on my face. It freaked me out a little. Move to the side, you are on the waiting list.
Child B: I loved Child B! This little boy was so great. The highlight was when we were sitting down having a snack of Pirate's Booty and a juice box. I asked him if there was a favorite TV show that he liked to watch. He said that he liked The Voice AND THEN, asked me what I liked to watch. Holy crap..this kid is going to be money with the ladies down the road. He is definitely in! (And secretly I would like him to be Laurel's prom date..you know, planning ahead.)
Child C: I absolutely not. This was the little girl that lied to Laurel and said she met Katy Perry. Trying to solicit a Sprite too..give this girlie 3 years and she is going to openly role her eyes at me.
Child D: Very sweet girl--she is in. She also liked to play with Rachel. Her mom was pretty fancy--make up and done hair. Holy Christ..thankfully, I am pretty sure my sweatshirt wasn't stained that day. On Saturday, not only am I not fancy but probably not showered. (Pretty sure that remnants of eye make up from the prior day are still there too.)
Child E You were okay but don't freakin' hide your socks in Laurel's bed and then expect me to find them as your mom "is in a hurry". I don't need that shit at 4:00 on a Saturday--you pushed me to the bottle sooner than expected.
Child F-This little girl blended with the other kids. But I liked the mom..didn't try too hard..maybe she is like me and doesn't like people. Perhaps she likes them quiet and mean..just like me!
Child G--This kid is on my shit list and is considered worse than kid C. She used our hardwood stairs as a slide, then decided to use our the banister and rungs (of the stairs) as a jungle gym. The mom just looked at me and said, jokingly, "Is that okay?" Are you freakin' kidding me? When Laurel followed suit, I told her that climbing like that was unacceptable. But the mom didn't get the hint. She was too busy admiring (with her husband) how open our dining room and are kitchen are. This isn't an open house, and my ziti, eggplant, pancetta bake is 4 minutes from dinging. Get the hell out of here.
Child H--This little girl was a stereotypical little girl--bows and dolls. She was well spoken and wanted me to play with her and Laurel. Her mom seemed nice too. What I found particularly comforting was her 3 year old sister screaming in the background as a confirmed over the phone. My girls don't let me talk on the phone either. Maybe it's your sister that I want to come over and play..or perhaps you and Rachel will scheme in the future.
So the score is:
B, D, F, H--In
A, D..Not sure..perhaps in desperation
C and G--Not on your life but you will probably be over the most.
Thursday, March 1, 2012
The girls have no money. They spend Jude and Ching's money.
(First of all, all sorts of yay to Michelle and Janet for sharing my blog--my crouton posting got a record 108 hits! Thank you! If you want an update on a new post, friend me on Facebook (Jude Carlson-Wang) or follow me on twitter-hintofattijude.)
Dressing my girls on the cheap totally kicked me in the ass today. When I refer to dressing the girls cheaply, I am referring to Target, Carter's Outlet and Old Navy. Reasonably priced clothes that are cute and wear/wash well. (They offer good online services as well..so I don't have to go out among the people. Technically, if I wanted to really save, I should go second hand. But again, I don't like people and want to stay online.)
While I buy the girls' clothes and weather gear online, I do try to save as much as possible. Boots, snow pants, jackets etc. totally kill me! So again, I go on the cheap. Since Rachel is so small, I spend less because she may go to the next size mid-season. (Obviously Ching's grandmother is looking down from heaven and laughing up a storm. Ching's side don't grow as fast as anticipated..little peanuts that you could fit in your pocket) In October, I spent $35 on a jacket/snow pants set from JC Penny. While the snow pants haven't been used, the jacket still seemed okay. Well, son of a bitch, yesterday (day before the only big storm) the zipper on the jacket broke. So I go online (very practical since it's past season..it's now hard to find her size and bonus, I can avoid the peeps!), and get a jacket, a little bigger for next year. The overnight fees alone, cost more than her original jacket. Perhaps next time..put a crowbar in the wallet and spring for L.L. Bean. Rachel is asleep smiling because she wanted LLB just like her sister all along.
My thought about going on the cheap now is because I am absolutely screwed in the future. Genetically the girls will be clothes horses as I was at 16. And then the fact that I live in an affluent suburb..and Ching is a freakin' softie? Anyway you cut it, I am screwed. I can hear it now "Please daddy, these jeans are only $180. I love you. You're the best daddy" Oh Christ--what a sucker..I didn't spend a ridiculous amount on jeans until I was 39 and I spent my own money. The girls have no money. They spend Jude and Ching's money.
Right now, they have no idea about labels..and I don't care to go there. I am not a mom looking to show off a trendy kid in Burberry and whatever..I am not even hip enough to know a good kid's label. I just want them warm enough for current weather conditions. No hair bows or whatever either..I don't have time to accessorize..do you think the frig that I will accessorize them with hair do-dads? Currently my kid's know comfort and comfort to me spells C-H-E-A-P! Awesome.
My pain will come later when they are teens trying to keep up with their friends. From how they are now, Laurel is going to be into expensive jeans. (I think she is going to have the legs for awesome jeans that are currently a pipe dream for me.) Rachel's favorite word is shoe and she loves bags..I have a feeling that my 2002 Coach bag will not do.
So currently I favor spending about $125 on each girl per spring/summer or fall/winter. In about 9 years, that's probably going to garner a t-shirt..probably a ripped one too.
Dressing my girls on the cheap totally kicked me in the ass today. When I refer to dressing the girls cheaply, I am referring to Target, Carter's Outlet and Old Navy. Reasonably priced clothes that are cute and wear/wash well. (They offer good online services as well..so I don't have to go out among the people. Technically, if I wanted to really save, I should go second hand. But again, I don't like people and want to stay online.)
While I buy the girls' clothes and weather gear online, I do try to save as much as possible. Boots, snow pants, jackets etc. totally kill me! So again, I go on the cheap. Since Rachel is so small, I spend less because she may go to the next size mid-season. (Obviously Ching's grandmother is looking down from heaven and laughing up a storm. Ching's side don't grow as fast as anticipated..little peanuts that you could fit in your pocket) In October, I spent $35 on a jacket/snow pants set from JC Penny. While the snow pants haven't been used, the jacket still seemed okay. Well, son of a bitch, yesterday (day before the only big storm) the zipper on the jacket broke. So I go online (very practical since it's past season..it's now hard to find her size and bonus, I can avoid the peeps!), and get a jacket, a little bigger for next year. The overnight fees alone, cost more than her original jacket. Perhaps next time..put a crowbar in the wallet and spring for L.L. Bean. Rachel is asleep smiling because she wanted LLB just like her sister all along.
My thought about going on the cheap now is because I am absolutely screwed in the future. Genetically the girls will be clothes horses as I was at 16. And then the fact that I live in an affluent suburb..and Ching is a freakin' softie? Anyway you cut it, I am screwed. I can hear it now "Please daddy, these jeans are only $180. I love you. You're the best daddy" Oh Christ--what a sucker..I didn't spend a ridiculous amount on jeans until I was 39 and I spent my own money. The girls have no money. They spend Jude and Ching's money.
Right now, they have no idea about labels..and I don't care to go there. I am not a mom looking to show off a trendy kid in Burberry and whatever..I am not even hip enough to know a good kid's label. I just want them warm enough for current weather conditions. No hair bows or whatever either..I don't have time to accessorize..do you think the frig that I will accessorize them with hair do-dads? Currently my kid's know comfort and comfort to me spells C-H-E-A-P! Awesome.
My pain will come later when they are teens trying to keep up with their friends. From how they are now, Laurel is going to be into expensive jeans. (I think she is going to have the legs for awesome jeans that are currently a pipe dream for me.) Rachel's favorite word is shoe and she loves bags..I have a feeling that my 2002 Coach bag will not do.
So currently I favor spending about $125 on each girl per spring/summer or fall/winter. In about 9 years, that's probably going to garner a t-shirt..probably a ripped one too.
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