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Bittersweet profits

The garage sale was much more successful this time around.  I think we cleared around $170, half of which ended up going right back into Autumn’s wardrobe.  I went to the Carter’s outlet yesterday and bought a few things for her.  It’s the circle of life, I guess.

I thought it would be harder to see some of her things go to other homes.  Sometimes I’d get a little nostalgic when a favorite outfit was placed on the table for me to bag up.  I kept some of the things I really treasured.  My mom’s neighbor Barb stopped by and marveled at the racks and tables of clothes from just one baby.  “I can remember when you got some of these things at your shower!” she said.  One of those outfits was the one you see me holding in this picture:

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I think Autumn may have worn it once or twice.  I put a price on it and the lady who bought it was a haggler.  I didn’t argue price with anyone.  For the most part I was glad to get rid of the stuff.  We just don’t have that much storage room to keep it.  Still, there’s a little sadness that lingers.  I keep saying that if we do decide to have another child, and right now it doesn’t look like we’re going to, I’ll just have to go shopping again.  You know a situation isn’t that bad when your worst case scenario is more shopping, especially baby shopping.

 

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garage sale bounty 

The sale is tomorrow and it’s going to be 92 degrees out. I can hardly contain my excitement.

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Brady day

Yesterday my mom came over for a short visit. While she was here I took the opportunity to shower since Nathan was busy tearing down wallpaper in our downstairs bathroom and Autumn’s proximity radar goes off any time one or the both of us is not within 3 feet of her. I figured my mom would be an acceptable substitute and I could finally shave my legs and wear shorts again.

Before I stepped into the shower, my mom grabbed a book to read to Autumn and turned the TV station to channel 32, which around here is “TV Land.” A “Brady Bunch” marathon was on and mom read the book while Autumn cried through as much of the story as my mom was able to read to her. Apparently there’s no substitute for Mom and Dad.

After my mom left, the TV stayed on “TV Land” and I instantly became sucked into the Brady’s world again. I swear it’s been at least ten years since I’ve sat down and watched an entire episode, let alone a marathon of episodes. During feedings and naps (Autumn’s, not mine) I was able to watch a few of the most memorable Brady moments of all time.

The first episode I caught was the one where the boys scared the crap out of the girls with the fake ghost and then the girls dared the boys to sleep in the attic and played their own fake ghost trick on them. This episode used to scare the living hell out of me when I was a kid. There was just something about that ghost in the beginning that chilled me to the bone. That and Marcia’s ethereal tape recorded voice as the girls’ cheesy celophane creation floated out of the trunk. I always had to change the channel before I heard that voice. Vincent Price’s laugh at the end of “Thriller” had the same effect on me.

All the best episodes were on yesterday. The Grand Canyon trip, the Hawaii trip, Marcia’s broken nose, Peter’s broken voice and Carol’s broken vase. Let me tell you though, watching this show as an adult mother is a whole lot different than watching it as a kid. When you’re a kid you’re willing to overlook a few plot holes and glaring exhibits of bad parenting. Here are a few things I noticed in the episodes I watched yesterday:

1) Ok, how much does an architecht make anyway? He has six kids to support, his wife doesn’t work and he keeps a housekeeper on staff. Oh, and he drives a convertible back and forth to work. Doesn’t he know convertibles cost more to insure?

2) Speaking of work, where can I find an employer as generous as his? Not only did Mike Brady’s firm foot the bill for the entire family to travel to Hawaii, they included a ticket for Alice too.

3) Mike Brady is all too forgiving, especially when lunatic strangers put his family in danger. Exhibit A will be the Grand Canyon trip. Perhaps winding up in jail and getting his car stolen was karmic retribution for bailing on his campground reservatiopns (a courtesy call would have been nice, Mike) in favor of roughing it in a ghost town. So what did he do? He left his family behind while he and Peter sought help. They eventually returned with the car and Mr. Howell, I mean the old prospector who apologized with an explanation that he just wanted to file his claim before the Brady’s jumped it. So what did Mike do? Nothing. He just loaded the family back into the wagon. They had a schedule to keep, you know.

Exhipbit B is the Hawaii trip. Vincent Price’s kooky professor tied the boys up and threatened to leave them behind until Mike and Carol showed up. Did Mike deck the professor for kidnapping his boys? No! He offered to help the professor get credit for finding the cave and everything in it. As long as he doesn’t have to drag a dead body home, Mike Brady is one accomodating man.

4) They took Alice with them on the Grand Canyon trip and expected her to still cook? When did Alice get a vacation? Did they pay her for standing in front of a hot grill in the dessert or was the trip her payment for the week? I didn’t see anyone asking her to contribute gas money.

5) Mike and Carol gave their kids freedom to roam all over the place yet freaked out when they weren’t back at camp or the hotel by dark. Hellooo! You had three teenage sons loose in Hawaii. Do you really think they were going to care about coming back to the hotel for dinner even if they weren’t worried about shaking off that bad tiki-god mojo? Oh and Bobby and Cindy were eaten by a mountain lion in the Grand Canyon while Alice was dragging out the grill for those hot dogs and beans.

I could go on, but thankfully I won’t. I will, however, be discussing the Brady wardrobe designer’s obvious liberal drug use in my next post.

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Coffee talk

Me: “Can I borrow your french press?”

Co-worker: “For a dollar.”

Me: “Put it on my tab.  Crap, I think I brought all my coffee mugs home.”

Co-worker: hands me a mug with cats pictured on it that says ‘Got Milk?’  
       
You can use one of mine.”

Me: “I guess I don’t hate cats enough to refuse to drink out of this mug.”

Co-worker: “That’s right, you didn’t have very good cat experiences, did you?”

Me: “They were head cases. I don’t know what was wrong with them.”

Co-worker: “Perhaps it was because you didn’t love them enough.”

Me: “Yes, that must be it. They must have known they were only place holders for the
       dog.”

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I’m it

It seems Meg over at Sleepy New Mommy has reached out her virtual hand and tagged me for a MeMe, which as I understand it is a way for me to share even more information. So here goes…

Five things in my closet

  1. My old backpack from college that is still in excellent shape but will probably never be used again because I’m way too old to be slinging a backpack over my shoulder.
  2. Sweaters I forgot to put in storage and don’t want to put in storage now because I’d just have to get them out of storage in a couple of months.
  3. A humidifier we used a couple of times but put away because it was too noisy.
  4. Clothes, of course
  5. The entrance to my attic.

Five things in my fridge

  1. Marla’s pasta salad from a couple of weeks ago
  2. About seven different types of mustard
  3. Half eaten jars of baby food we keep forgetting are there
  4. Leftover lamb and tzatziki sauce from a gyro kit
  5. Napa cabbage and romaine lettuce for Nathan’s fabulous kimchi

Five things in my car

  1. My spring jacket. I forgot to hang it up after the weather warmed up.
  2. A sweater I also forgot to hang up that sat in my back window for weeks and is now bleached in spots.
  3. Lots of empty water bottles
  4. Gas receipts
  5. A snow brush, because you know the weather can turn on a dime here in Michigan

Five things in my purse

  1. A Girl Named Zippy by Haven Kimmel
  2. Weight Watchers Magazine
  3. Coupons for formula
  4. Diapers and wipes (can’t have one without the other)
  5. A manicure kit

Am I supposed to tag someone else now?

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Pillow talk

Overheard in our bedroom last night…

Nathan: “Cool, Pee Wee’s Playhouse is on.  Holy crap! That’s Laurence Fishburne! Is that Laurence Fishburne?”

Me: “Who are you talking to because you  know I’m trying to get to sleep, right?”

Nathan: “Umm…Myself…I’m talking to myself.”

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New seat, new car

There are two things one should never do in 95-degree heat.  One is try to install a brand new car seat and the other is shop for a car.  Of course we did both on Saturday.

We had planned on the car shopping, but the trip to Babies ‘R Us was my idea.  I figured we needed to get Autumn a new car seat and that if we were going car shopping it might be wise to see how the new one fit in the cars we looked at.  Nathan argued that the car seat could wait until later because really, do they make a car seat that doesn’t fit in a car?  I insisted we go out and get one because Autumn must be at least 20 lbs by now and we’d be negligent parents if we let her go even one ounce over her current seat’s weight limit.  I won.  Yay me.

The great thing about Babies ‘R Us is that they make it easy for you to buy a car seat to your liking.  They provide an actual bench seat from a car so you can install the display model and if baby is with you, strap her in and try the seat on for size.

We were in a hurry and decided on a convertble seat that ultimately serves as a booster and has a weight limit of 80lbs.  That sounded like a good deal so we put it in our cart.  We didn’t install the display on the model seat, nor did we plop Autumn in the display to see how she liked it.

When we got out to our car, Nathan realized he hadn’t taken his golf clubs out of the trunk.  Since the box was too big to fit in the back seat with Autumn, we had no choice but to take out the old car seat and install the new one.  That was 25 minutes of fun I hope never to repeat again.  Autumn was so good though.  She sat in the cart, nestled in her old car seat, and babbled away.  Not once did she complain about the heat or that we hadn’t totally thought this trip through before we left home.

I really don’t like this car seat.  It has a complicated buckle and harness that takes an engineering degree to figure out and one of the first times I snapped Autumn in I accidentally pinched her leg in the buckle.  She screamed and the tears flowed furiously and she now has a tiny purple bruise on her leg to remind me of my transgression and that I really should have trusted the Babies ‘R Us folks knew what they were doing by offering a convenient try before you buy system.

Our next stop was to a car dealership.  We had an idea of what we were looking for, but we’re not really the people who put a lot of research into their car shopping.  We pulled into a Saturn dealer and looked at a few of their used cars, but the Saturn people were shady and had everything posted but the sticker price.

Perhaps I should mention that our current car doesn’t have air conditioning because that played a big part in how the rest of the day went.  We pulled in to look at the used cars at the Pontiac dealer and were approached by a salesman.  He and Nathan talked while I kept Autumn occupied.  Nathan decided to test drive an Aztek and wanted to know if I wanted to come with him.  “Do you really want to fiddle around with that car seat again?” I asked.  So Nathan and the salesman took the Aztek out for a spin while I went into the dealership with Autumn to sit down.

We sat down with the salesman after Nathan’s test drive and of course he wanted to make his sale.  After we told him we weren’t entirely prepared to buy the Aztek, he offered to let us have it for the rest of the weekend.  We jumped on the chance because Sunday we were traveling to a family reunion an hour away and it would be really nice to drive there in cool comfort.

I think we’re sold.  The Aztek is great.  It’s comfortable, roomy and best of all, it starts up on the first try. Autumn was wonderful the whole time.  She didn’t fuss even though I could tell she was hot and uncomfortable.  Later I asked Nathan if it was wise to settle on the first car we looked at.

“Do you really want to go back out there again?” he asked.

“No,” I said.

This is how we make decisions, folks.  It’s all according to the heat index.

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I’m betting there’s going to be a lot of napping going on.  Autumn, on the other hand, will be doing laundry and mowing the lawn.

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Yesterday after dinner Autumn and I floated around in the pool for a bit.  She got a little cranky when I brought her inside afterwards because the cool air in the house made her uncomfortable.  I decided to dress her in pajamas with long sleeves and feet and was surprised to find I could barely stuff her chubby little legs in them and get them snapped.  I hadn’t dressed her in pajamas with feet since the weather warmed up so I hadn’t realized how big she’s gotten.  These are 9 month size sleepers and she’s already growing out of them.

Most of the time Autumn sleeps in an “L” position; on her side with her legs sticking out in front of her.  Last night, however, she had rolled onto her stomach.  Her head was resting on her hands and her legs stretched out so that the length of her filled up a good part of the crib.  Nathan and I marveled at how big she has gotten.  “Remember when she was this big?” I asked and held my hands out in front of me and spaced them apart to represent the wee little baby she used to be.

Oh yeah.  She also ate her her first bug yesterday.

This was back in the pool.  She was getting a little ornery so I decided to try to divert her attention to a water bomb, one of those spongy balls that soak up water and is used for pool games.  It was colorful and I hoped enough to keep her from screaming and thus putting an end to my good time.  Of course the second I let her grab it from me she decided to put it in her mouth.  I quickly grabbed it back and saw a tiny little black bug had transferred itself from the water bomb to her lip. 

I tried to brush the bug away but Autumn was too quick for me and turned her head to the side.  She doesn’t like anyone fussing with her face or her mouth.  Heaven forbid I try to come at her with a washcloth.  She flinches and turns away when she sees it coming and cries afterwards as though she has just received the world’s worst beating.  I’m sure she’d be calling social services on me if she had enough of a vocabulary and knew how to operate a cell phone.

Autumn snaked out her tongue and the bug disappeared.  I shrieked as I watched her happily chew chew chew (or rather gum gum gum) the bug into oblivion.  I stuck my finger in her mouth in an attempt to fish any remaining bug parts out with no luck.

Did you know there’s no spot in the baby book for this?  “Ate first bug”…it’s not there.

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