Yesterday we went to Round Table with Ditte and Kirsten and Isaac and Wyatt, John and Debi and Jeremy. Grace had fun running around with the boys, while Leif threw his sippy cup down on the ground from is high chair over and over again. After the tenth time I stopped picking it up, but it was interesting to see complete strangers get up from their seats, walk over to us and pick up his sippy cup and hand it to Leif (I guess it really does take a village to raise a child). Afterwards, the boys came to Grandma Debi's and played with Geotrax. It's interesting to watch how intense 3 3 year olds can become over a train that goes 2 miles/hour, but they love it, it keeps them busy, it's educational, and that's all we parents care about, right?
Anyways, the Santa Ana's (and this cold) are trying to wreck my vavcation. I dreamed of lazy days on the beach, watching Leif pick up hand full's of sand and let it run through his fingers, watching Grace run around and squeal with delight as the ocean waves chase her, and taking pictures of Christian as he surfed the waves on one of his dad's longboards, but none of those has happened. Today, the warm, dry winds came, and my cold is rampant. All I want to do is go somewhere air conditioned. So I dropped Chrsitan and Grace off to see the movie "Cloudy with a Cjance of Meatballs" and headed up to the Oaks mall. Leif is a very calm baby, and I hand him starwberry wheels to keep him busy in his stroller while I walk around Nordstrom lazily and browse the selection of over priced merchandise that is more than tantalizing, it gleams and calls your name and says, "You can't live without me!" but I have learned to ignore those calls, maybe if those Coach purses were marked at 90% off, but there not, and so I won't......I feed Leif in the woman's lounge, a place created by Nordstrom so a new mom can feel as though she never has to leave the store. The lounge is dimly lit, stocked with diaper changing suppkies, leather seats, coffee tables, and cozy chairs......downstairs is the cafe where a new mom can get her caffeine fix from the long, sleepless nights, and upstairs is the elegant restaurant where the new mom can pay ten bucks or so for a salad to help her shed her baby weight and feel good about herself as she takes her Nordstroms card and feels like she is not actually spending money because it is all put on a charge card. Yes, Nordstroms is a hole, meant to suck you in and I am glad I have not become a Nordstroms girl.....
Anyways, I left my cell phone in the "lounge" and am too lazy to go get it after I get home and discover my cell phone is missing and Nordstroms customer service has it for me. My point I guess is that the Santa Ana's drove me to the mall where subsequently I lost my phone! E I remember as a teenager in junoir high really disliking the Santa Ana's! I used to wear a hooded sweatshirt and pull the hoody over my hair and tie it down so it wouldn't fly up because my hair would go craazy, whisping this way and that way...I also remember my the back of my leg getting pelted with a baby carrot and it welting up...let's see, fires break out during santa ana's, skin dries, noses go crazy, so basically the santa Ana's can just cease to exist and I don't think anybody would mind!
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