Making Memories

It's one of those things I said I would never do or I'd at least put off for as long as I could. Well, I guess the time finally came. The inevitable happened. Yesterday afternoon, my daughter and I hopped on the train into The City and headed for 5th Avenue. Destination: American Girl.

For weeks leading up to it, I wondered --- more like worried, about how much this coming of age experience (the age being eight) would cost me. I could see that Brooke was feeling anxious as well, but hers was more a mixture of excitment and anticipation with a bit of uncertainty. She tried on at least three different outfits. Ultimately, the heat and humidity of the day was the determining factor on the outfit. She opted for the white cotton sundress. Excellent choice. And I opted to just go with the flow and enjoy the trip despite the effect it would have on my wallet and also on my success thus far in raising an unspoiled daughter.

I few credit card swipes later, I learned that it was worth every penny. And it was a lot of pennies! We made memories that will last a lifetime and I think, I hope that my daughter came out of it unscathed; still not expecting the world though totally deserving of it. If I could give it to her, I would but for now I think she will be a happy with an occasional trip to American Girl for some shopping, fancy dining and all things girly.

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There. Now I don't feel like I've abandoned my previous blog.

Frame 1:43

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... a link to a video featuring Timmy and a few others. Don't blink or you'll miss it. Side note: 143 happens to be short for I LOVE YOU.

At six years old, Timmy has already had a few of these spit-seconds of fame moments. I predict that by the end of his lifetime, he will have accumulated the fifteen minutes that he is entitled to.

Note to Self

This blog is dedicated to the funny in-and-of-itself daily occurences in the lives of Timmy and Brooke. Do not go on tangents to discuss unrelated matters such as witnessing something resembling a rat fall out of a tree and onto the street with an audible thwack, shrieking like the girl that I am and then later learning that it was not a rat but a baby squirrel.

Yes, I will stay on track.

Baby Needs a New Pair of Shoes

I realized my kids have been wearing the same pair of shoes all summer long. Sad it seems, but they're multi-functional and apparently indestructible.