TheMommyBlog

Sunday, October 12, 2003

So the hubby and I got a babysitter last night for the first time in weeks if not months, and went out to dinner and a movie. I could stop right there and let you believe that we spent our time “wisely,” if you know what I mean, or at least in getting re-aquainted or connecting on an emotional and intellectual level. Unfortunately, the movie we both wanted to see was showing at a newly renovated mall. That just opened. Because of the crowds (ten thousand of our closest teenaged friends), we got there early to buy tickets and grab a bite. The lines were horrendous, and every restaurant had an eternal wait, by the looks of the entrances. Can you see what’s coming? Can you guess what we did with our 4 precious hours, purchased with the services of the 12-year-old down the street and the pizza delivery guy?

Dinner: burrito for dh, Jamba juice for me.

Pre-show entertainment: a loop through the mall, with a stop at Old Navy, where we simultaneously made our way to the children’s section to buy socks--we’d both noticed that Daphne & Logan only have a few pair each with winter coming--and then we swept past the jacket section to see if there was an acceptable pullover for Logan (no inside seams, no ties, not too many bells and whistles--he’s a purist), but there wasn’t. But dh did find an adorable hat for the baby, with little felt flowers sewn on. As we made our way to the register, we swore an oath not to tell anyone we spent part of our date shopping for children’s sweat socks.

(By the way, Kill Bill: Vol. 1 was absolutely great--go see it.)

Post-show discovery: the pizza guy never showed. We got home at 10:00 to find our oldest sitting in the kitchen eating pasta brought over by the sitter’s mom when the kids got too hungry (or fell asleep) waiting for that jerk who’s going to get a call from me later. We apologized profusely, handed the sitter her Tupperware, and drove her home to the end of the block.

Is anyone out there willing to come over and shoot us?

Friday, October 10, 2003

We had the greatest time getting our henna tattoos! We sat on a sheet in the Indian Bazaar in Sunnyvale for three hours while all four of us were transformed. Luckily, Claire got her feet done and so was the only one able to dig through purses for keys and money. We all drove home, gingerly protecting our nacent designs. Here are mine!

Friday, October 10, 2003

...that this 3-year-old goofball:

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could draw like this?

I said, “It looks like Gilbert from Caillou!” He said, “Yeah.”

Friday, October 10, 2003

Our department decided to do a little team-building today (we’re all going to get henna tattoos), so everyone brought goodies. We have cinnamon rolls, Krispy Kreme doughnuts, and pecan coffee cake!

Friday, October 10, 2003

OK. Just went to get a cup of coffee, grabbed the skim milk, and it poured out in lumps.