I think that I have mentioned once or twice before that my personality can sometimes tend towards the, um, obsessive side of the spectrum. Just a little. Sometimes. Or frequently. You pick.
So, a couple of weeks ago I talked about the little gold baby bracelet that I wished I had bought before I knew that I was pregnant. What I didn’t mention was that, a few days later, I made a quick trip into Kohl’s for no other reason than to see if they still carried the bracelet. Because, you know, I just couldn’t let it go. They still had it.
I didn’t buy it, though, because it wasn’t on sale. And, dang it, once I see it for $15, there is no way I’m going to pay $40. I basically told the nice woman behind the jewelry counter as much. She informed me that they were going to be having a BIG SALE this week that would, most likely, drastically effect the price of jewelry. But I didn’t hear that from her. Oh, and that I’d get an even better discount if I used their charge card. Which I don’t have. But my mom does…
So, Friday evening, Mom and I went for a little Big Sale girls’ time:
Of course, we had to see what else they had. Baby girl clothes (on sale!) are soooo dangerous:
I absolutely love the pink and brown combination
Butt ruffles! You just can’t do butt ruffles when you have little boys.
What you don’t see are the adorable little bloomers to go with the dress.
By the time we left, I found myself insisting to my mom that, really, I had only wanted her discount—I wasn’t asking her to buy stuff for me. But it turns out that she was pretty into the baby shopping, too. Thanks, Mom!
So, I know that your week just won’t be complete without a baby naming update (ha!). Well, after finally getting him to sit down and make a list of about twenty names that he likes, can I just say that:
My husband is so full of crap.
What has brought me to this conclusion? Hmmm…Let’s see…
First, he tells me that Lorelei is out because he couldn’t imagine yelling that out the back door.
Then, he puts Cosette on his list.
He tells me that he is into names that are traditional and ultra-feminine.
Then, he writes down Dakota, Reagan, Bailey, Riley, Taylor, and Peyton.
See??? Totally full of crap.
And, can I just say, Peyton??? I mean, yes, I do think that it is a cute name. But, hello? We already have a son named Eli! Naming our daughter Peyton would just be so wrong! People would assume that we are the crazy football nut family. And, honestly folks, I don’t even know what teams the Manning brothers play on.
You have to think about these things.
So, at this point, we have a four-name “short list”: Adelaide, Audra, Gwyneth, and Angelina. (And I’m not saying which one, but there is one there that I would actively fight against, so we’re closer to a three-name short list.)
Technically, there are two front-runners . Naturally, I lean more towards one, and Sean leans more towards the other. But at least we’ve found some common ground.
Unlike the flowers, I am (sadly) nowhere even close to being in full bloom.