She always gets me to pause and really reflect about my parenting and OM's development and how I can nourish it (and feel a little guilty about putting so much effort into acquiring those coveted shoes). This post a few months ago was especially lovely.
Keep it up Elise! You're such a lovely writer and you make me want to do a better mama-job:)
And over @ Monkey See they have an amusing write-up about the new Twilight film. They crack me up. The last book did get a little ridiculous.
Because, if meof all people A) has heard of Missoni and B) knows ahead of time that Target will carry an affordable line of theirs then mass chaos will certainly ensue.
I considered this a bit last night before I went to bed and briefly entertained the idea of showing up to Target @ 8am right when it opened to get my shoes. But Maya had her 4-year-check-up @ 8:15 and that would be too close to make it. And as much as I loved those shoes, ya know, I love Maya more.
So we rolled in to Tar-jay @ 9:30am and every single Missoni item was gone.
Every single one.
I heard some of the employee's talking about it saying there was a line before the store opened and then when the store opened there was running and screaming and are you kidding me?
I am so glad I was not part of that spectacle.
But I really should have known that all those Portland hipsters and fashionistas would roll out into the burbs they loathe to buy in surplus the trendy discounted duds.
So, I then called my always hip and up for a fashion-challenge sister and gave her a mission (she had already successfully bought several items online in the east-coast AM and was shocked I even knew what was going on).
I had five browser windows open to the website and she said she would work the internet too. Meanwhile she called her local Target (in Gainesville, FL) and they still had the rain boots (I totally wanted to check them out since I'm 10 years into Oregon and still don't have a pair). Sweet! They put them on hold.
Deb suggested I call Dad.
I called Dad and asked him if he was up for a little adventure.
Before I even fully disclosed my shoe size he was out the door and on and his way.♥
Then Deb called and said she had successfully gotten online and ordered me the flats in a 9.5!
What the? I don't get how she's so much better at this then me.
They sold out right after that.
(This was all very reminiscent of the time in the mid-90's when I tried to get Pearl Jam tickets the year they decided to tell Ticketmaster to suck it. They used some fledgling company that could not handle the volume of tickets or calls coming in (this was pre cell phones and no internet). We heard busy signals for hours and never got tickets. Boo!)
My dad called and said he scored the last size 9. Sweet, I'll take them.
I had hoped to try them on because I'm anywhere between a 9-10 and it's hard to know. I'll return what doesn't work.
Is anyone still reading?
It feels good to get it out. :)
In summary: I have a pair of size 9.5 and size 9 flats and one pair of rainboots on their way.
What a day!
BTW, Maya is the bravest 4-year-old ever. I promised her no shots but the pediatrician said we could skip the flu clinic and just get the shot right then. When I asked her if it was okay to get a shot today she looked at us, rolled up her sleeve to expose her bicep, and said, "sure!"
Today while I was cutting out pieces for Owen's rollie pollie (yes, this will be the third freaking cover; hopefully my sewing skills have improved enough to hold up a little longer) Maya was watching Sesame Street and I loved this sweet clip: