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So many things.
By beth | March 24, 2008
We’ll start with the 2-year-old stripper.
So last Wednesday, my friend Rachel and my goddaughter (Rachel’s daughter) Annabelle came down to visit me. I was very nervous about this for a few reasons.
- My apartment is not child-proof. It’s not even really safe for me sometimes. I did a LOT of cleaning before they arrived, though, and I tried to put large pieces of furniture in front of all the outlets.
- Rachel lives in a LARGE house. My entire apartment would fit comfortably inside her finished basement. And I don’t even really have full access to the whole thing considering Brookie’s master suite makes up about 2/5 of the place.
- What do you do with a toddler in Raleigh? I just don’t know things like this.
It was all fine and great, though, and we had a good time, although Annabelle didn’t really sleep much while they were here. She didn’t nap at all, and she woke up at the butt crack of dawn on Thursday and Friday having stayed up way past her bedtime on Wednesday and Thursday. And this only sucks because as the mommy, Rachel has to get up and be responsible and alert while some time around 5:00 Annabelle gets to be a cranky toddler. Wouldn’t it be great if, as adults, we could fully commit to our emotions and display them unabashedly like that? Ok, maybe it wouldn’t be that great. Maybe everybody would just be really awful to everybody else, and that’s how people get killed.
So ANYHOE, we were in Target, and we’d just had dinner at Chipotle, but since some of Annabelle’s ended up on the floor, she didn’t really get to eat it all, so she was still hungry, so when we got to Target, she wanted a hot dog. I’ll spare you my feelings on hot dogs and skip on to the part where the wee one dumped water all over herself and then proceeded to remove her clothing while seated in the shopping cart. And as Rachel was re-dressing her she just looked at me and said, “I swear, she’s going to be a stripper.”
For the record, she’s not going to be a stripper, I’m pretty sure. Bless her heart, she just likes a little naked time. Who doesn’t?
Topics: fashion, friends, little kids. little kids don't care., food |
March 24th, 2008 at 7:09 pm
I know I like my naked time.