Baby’s in charge

While at the market the other day I let my baby hold, or actually bite, my wallet. She really wouldn’t have it any other way and needing to get the shopping done, I decided to just let her have the ridiculous pink shiny thing of her desire. Without giving it another thought (like hello, my money and stuff is in there!), I went about my shopping and proceeded to get in the shortest line amazed to be getting out of the store in record time.

Time to pay! Wait, where is my wallet? Using my ever-diminishing powers of remembrance the image of my innocent babe chewing on my pink billfold popped into my head. UGH. I went screaming through the isles like a crazed woman, which I was, looking everywhere. Before giving up all hope I checked at the front “help” counter. The smiling gentleman waved my wonderful pink wallet in front of me, obviously amused with my situation.

As I walked out of the store breathing deeply and trying to erase the memory of what just happened from my head, I decided it would be best not to tell anyone about what had transpired at the grocery store. But then I just laughed and realized it could have been a lot worse. And I am sure someone out there knows what I am talking about!

Socks are very important

While driving down the road the other day I realized my child was wearing two different colored socks and one was the wrong size and ¬†dangling off her toe precariously. When we got dressed earlier there wasn’t any socks. I know we have tons of them, they are in the top drawer. But, for some reason, they have all disappeared. They have vanished into thin air. The sock monster’s got them.

When we got pregnant we got socks from lots of people. We received pretend shoe socks, stripped socks, socks of all colors and sizes. At the time I really didn’t think about it – just thought is was nice that people were so generous and caring that our future child had warm feet.

I now understand.

You see, the majority of those that gave us socks have kids of their own. They know what the deal is. They are aware of the fact most kids take socks off the moment they are put on the wee feet, they are eaten and chewed while child is parked in the car seat, they are hidden behind the couch and between cushions. The washing machine eats them.

Have you seen baby socks? They are really small.

So, I am down to my last two socks. I know I should buy more, but it seems when I really need a pair they amazingly show themselves. The other day I found some at the bottom of my purse and yesterday morning discovered a matching pair hiding in the back of the car (score!). Finding socks is the best feeling – such a surprise!

While it is cold outside, socks are very important. I got a couple more months before the child can go sock-less. Until then, even if they don’t match, she has to leave the house (or at least venture into public places) with socks so we don’t have to endure the nasty looks. You know what I am talking about. Socks are very important.