The Hula Hip Trip

One of the first lessons I learned as a stay-at-home-mom: If you are going to go shoe shopping for only one child, do not take both.  If you are going to go shoe shopping for the one year old, leave the 3 year old at home.  Why?  Because she has a freakishly innate ability to ask for the most expensive shoes that Target has on display. And proceed to throw a fit until that pair of shoes hit the inside of our shopping cart.

So why, you may ask, when it came time today for me to get Beanie a new pair of tennis shoes for outside play, I forgot above rule, carting both girls to the local Target???  The answer is: I don't have an answer.  It's cos I plum forgot.  And so yes, both girls got new shoes today.

Thinking that was the end of the shopping struggle, I then made another cardinal sin/mistake: I accidentally went down the toy aisle.  Oh, not just any toy aisle mind you, the OUTSIDE TOY aisle.  You see, ever since we unpacked Sophia's old princess-crawl-thru-tunnel for Georgia, and then consequently wrapped it back up when interest was lost, Sophia thought the round, wrapped up version was a Hula "Hip".  Far too heavy to get any good momentum going, the tunnel-cum-hula-"hip" wasn't working out for her.  So she started campaigning for the last week for her very own, very real, hula hip.  Which brings me back to my cardinal sin: the outdoor toy aisle.  Lo and behold, down this very aisle, was not only a real Hula Hip, but it GLOWED....how could I say no to that?  Easy, I could.  And I did.  But did it fall on deaf ears?  Indeed it did.  In the cart the Hula Hip went....

Lesson(s) re-RE-learned.   The 3 year old, scratch that, BOTH girls will be staying home next time I go shoe shopping any sort of Target shopping.  But I think Mommy may pick up a new pair of shoes for herself on the next trip. Ya know, for the effort....

The Inaugural Post

So it's only 2010, right? I mean, I'm not *that* far behind in the blogging movement...

Oh who am I kidding.  You see, I've wanted to start one a million different times.  Yet, the reason I haven't in the past is because I always ask myself, "Self....who would want to read your blog?"  My parents aren't exactly what you'd call savants of the internets.  My husband, well he knows it all already (which he loves to point out), and who else is really going to be able to either find my posts or really care all that much when there is all the facebook-ing and TMZ-ing to be done??

Then today, as I was was taking a rather mundane and common trip to the store with my husband and baby girls, for the hundreth purchase of bananas of this month, my preschooler said something pretty darn funny.  The problem however, is that I cannot remember what that funny musing was.  And this has been a recurring worry of mine - she prattles on with funny nuggets daily, and I always wonder how am I going to remember all these cute things in the future?

So my blog is born.  See, it's not really for anyone else, although if you happen to stumble upon my ramblings and stay - welcome!  But simply put, it's for me.  Because years from now, my girls will be grown - off on their dates, sporting events, or what have you, and I will be craving something to look back on to remind of me of these precious years.  The first 3 and 1 years of their lives, respectively, I've worked on my career and in turn, feel as though I've missed so much of these moments.  So I am now soaking it in, swimming in the cuteness.

My girls are simply the best things I've ever done.  And so in lieu of bronzing their baby booties (do they even make those anymore?) this blog will serve as the anals of their childhood (and my concurrent, frazzled motherhood). 

Away we go.......