I thought I would share my day with the internuts.
I think I will backtrack a bit to add that Friday night was spent in a battle of wits. Vince and I vs. Christmas tree lights. They nearly kicked our ass. We ended up tossing the majority of our cumulative collection in the garbage. And that was the most enjoyable part of the whole experience. Well, not really, I suppose I really did enjoy making up mean songs about Christmas lights to the tune of several Christmas songs. But I would enjoy that sort of thing.
Now, moving on to the Saturday festivities…
I awoke to the invite for breakfast and to laundry. This starts out pretty exciting, eh? Then on to breakfast at IHOP, which was yummy delicious, where my child proceeded to act spastic near the end of our excursion. She took a power nap of 20 minutes on the way home and then proceeded to be all bouncy, so we decided to pack her lunch and torture ourselves at the mall. We managed to kill two birds with one stone: 1) we got Kira’s picture taken with Santa for the first time ever and 2) we did her first ever Build-a-Bear because I had a coupon (I lurves me some coupon savings!!).
The mall traffic sucked ASS! The insane traffic, the crowded stores and just the simple fact that it is a mall is why I try to avoid ever going there. I know, I know…I am not a girl, well at least not in the sterotypical “liking to shop” sort of way. Trust me, my husband can and HAS out-shopped me by a long shot.
We lost Vince at a cool pub decor store and went to BAB. Kira immediately grabbed FOUR unstuffed animals, a polar bear, a kitteh, and 2 different teddy bears and latched onto them like a leech. We waited for Vince and waited and waited until I realized I didn’t have my cell phone. So, I pried the unstuffed animals from Kira’s firm grip and went looking for him…no such luck, so we headed back and called his mobile from the BAB store phone. No answer, gah!
He finally strolls in and we get Kira a polar bear. She did quite well for such a tiny girl, she even pressed the pedal all by herself to blow the stuffing in. She kept her death-grip on her polar bear until I fed her in line for Santa.
Ah, the first Santa experience…I walk her up to him and she starts screaming and crying. Most likely to the horror of most of the other parents waiting in line, I hand her over to this Santa stranger, step back and tell the lady to take the picture tears, smiles or whatever we get…I WANT THIS PICTURE! So, we got pictures with Santa and the lady did manage to distract her enough to get the “what, are you nuts?!?” glare from my kid. I love it! Then they stuck it to us for $20 for 2 5 x 7′s. That is crazy shit. I assure you next year we will try another approach, like the Breakfast with Santa event or something. It couldn’t possibly be worse than the effing mall.
At this point Kira was wiped out, as were we. We came home and she napped for all of an hour, maybe. We ate dinner and then I got peed on a little. And then I knelt in the pee. Hmm…I think that will be all for today!
Tomorrow we shall have our first family portrait done, dinner with family and then I shall hopefully get a good night sleep before I proceed with intentionally making my child ill by giving her milk to drink. Doctors are so sadistic…
Oh, I almost forgot to mention that on the way to breakfast I threw Kira’s sippy cup of apple-banana juice into my purse and upon arrival discovered that the lid wasn’t secure and about half the sippy cup emptied into my purse! This was quite funny until I realized this evening that my MP3 player was in there…YIKES! I am just hoping that it isn’t f.u.b.a.r.
All in all, it was a crazy day and I had a great time!!!