Archive for August, 2009

My next indulgence

August 19, 2009

Growing up, the smell of Chanel No. 5  (in the black bottle) meant only one thing to me: babysitter coming. Though I’m sure age has made my recollection somewhat cloudy, I recall my mom wearing this fragrance only when headed for a rare evening out with my dad. It always made me panic a little to catch a whiff and know she’d be away for the evening. (If you’ve read any of my blog posts, you know I’ve always been slightly too attached to her.)

To this day, Chanel No. 5 still reminds me of my mom and the panic I’d feel knowing someone else would tuck me in. I wonder what, if any, scent will remind my daughter of me. Right now, I’m guessing it would be Tide since lately she has given to burrowing her head into my chest to relieve what I can only guess is an itchy nose.

Tide’s not so bad, but I think I may just pick up some Chanel No. 5 to continue the tradition.

This actually happened

August 6, 2009

DSC02176See this photo? Which bag would you guess is the diaper bag, and which the computer bag? Hopefully now you can see why it was understandable that I should arrive at work on Monday morning to discover that instead of my laptop, I was pulling baby wipes and a onesie out from what I thought was my computer bag!  I suppose this is a lesson to those moms-to-be (or others in the market for a diaper bag) that there’s a reason so many diaper bags are a brilliant shade of  pink and covered with baby bunnies playing ukeleles. It’s so crazies like me clearly select the appropriate bag for the appropriate occasion. I think a few people at the office got at least a smile out of my excuse for getting a later-than-usual start to the day after having to return home to retrieve my computer. I know it provided me with an oft-needed reminder to try to slow my marathon run down to a jog every once in a while.

Still, I think I need a new diaper bag. Any suggestions?

(Oh and btw, the bag on the right is the diaper bag……I think)

Feeling a little soft

August 4, 2009

My Aunt Janet gave Baby Blue the cutest bathing suit when she made her world debut. I haven’t had a chance to put it on her yet, and I fear that before long she won’t fit into it. So I decided to take her to my sister’s pool this past weekend and get the requisite baby-in-pool-footage for her scrapbook. But of course this whole experience meant I would have to put on a bathing suit too–yippee! I’m still a little “soft” from the whole carrying a baby in my body thing, so wasn’t entirely thrilled about donning a bathing suit quite yet. But as I contemplated this task, I recalled a GREAT post I read on one of my favorite Mom blogs. Really rings true, so I share the link to it here.