What a 3-Year-Old Buys for Mom's Birthday (Gift)
Before I get to what a 3-year-old buy's for mom's birthday, let me just interject that, whilst Dave had a bummer of an evening on Friday night (see his post), I had a wonderful time with the gals. Could one expect anything less, when you take into consideration a wide assortment of libations, an amazing spread of appetizers, and a gaggle of giddy gals overflowing in effervescence? While I enjoyed myself tremendously ... I only had one Cosmo and one glass of wine over the course of several hours, and I was home by 10:30 (honestly, you can ask Surly).
Despite the late night, I was up with the daughter at 6:30 this morning and Dave had us all showered and dressed and out the door by 8 a.m. — quite impressive for a Saturday, if you ask me. Given that the daughter's love for all things pancake were unrequited, our morning started with a trip to The Egg & I (I managed to score an upgrade from IHOP, given that it's my birthday and all).
After breakfast, Surly surprised us with a trip to IKEA, which happens to be one of my new favorite "hundred-dollar stores". We bought a few affordably priced and equally fun things ... including of course some things for the daughter ... do we ever go anywhere without getting her anything? Anyhow, the visit was fun and fruitful.
Following our blue and yellow adventure, we stopped at my all time favorite "hundred-dollar store" for a few home essentials and a very specific mission on the part of the daughter ... mom's birthday present. While Dave and the daughter entered into her birthday present quest, I wandered the store in search of the home essentials which are often the reason for going into such stores and rarely then only item in the cart when one exits.
Soon, they caught up to me in the store and the daughter was grinning ear to ear. She could barely stand the anticipation of mom discovering what was in the brightly colored gift bag she bore. As we finish our shopping and head out of the store ... word of the contents of the mysterious gift bag leaked out of then daughter like cackles out of a magpie. "Mommy you can share your ... with me when you open it?" I pretend not to have heard the leak.
When we got home Surly had the daughter signed their birthday card and present the gift to me. She practically jumped out of her skin with excitement when I final extract the present from the gift bag.
"Why it's a My Little Pony Styling Pony Pinkie Pie" just what mommy always wanted? Oh thanks, I'm sure mommy (the daughter) will have hours of fun playing with it."
Seriously though, I'm sure that in her bright albeit practical 3-year-old’s mind there could be no better gift than one that she and mommy could enjoy together.
I love my daughter and I love being a mom ... and well, OK, I love being the wife of Surly, too.
Now about that trip to the jewelry store Dave alluded to in his post ... no little boxes for me to open yet, but we'll see. It had better be something good. It would have to be to out do my precious pony present.
Despite the late night, I was up with the daughter at 6:30 this morning and Dave had us all showered and dressed and out the door by 8 a.m. — quite impressive for a Saturday, if you ask me. Given that the daughter's love for all things pancake were unrequited, our morning started with a trip to The Egg & I (I managed to score an upgrade from IHOP, given that it's my birthday and all).
After breakfast, Surly surprised us with a trip to IKEA, which happens to be one of my new favorite "hundred-dollar stores". We bought a few affordably priced and equally fun things ... including of course some things for the daughter ... do we ever go anywhere without getting her anything? Anyhow, the visit was fun and fruitful.
Following our blue and yellow adventure, we stopped at my all time favorite "hundred-dollar store" for a few home essentials and a very specific mission on the part of the daughter ... mom's birthday present. While Dave and the daughter entered into her birthday present quest, I wandered the store in search of the home essentials which are often the reason for going into such stores and rarely then only item in the cart when one exits.
Soon, they caught up to me in the store and the daughter was grinning ear to ear. She could barely stand the anticipation of mom discovering what was in the brightly colored gift bag she bore. As we finish our shopping and head out of the store ... word of the contents of the mysterious gift bag leaked out of then daughter like cackles out of a magpie. "Mommy you can share your ... with me when you open it?" I pretend not to have heard the leak.
When we got home Surly had the daughter signed their birthday card and present the gift to me. She practically jumped out of her skin with excitement when I final extract the present from the gift bag.
"Why it's a My Little Pony Styling Pony Pinkie Pie" just what mommy always wanted? Oh thanks, I'm sure mommy (the daughter) will have hours of fun playing with it."
Seriously though, I'm sure that in her bright albeit practical 3-year-old’s mind there could be no better gift than one that she and mommy could enjoy together.
I love my daughter and I love being a mom ... and well, OK, I love being the wife of Surly, too.
Now about that trip to the jewelry store Dave alluded to in his post ... no little boxes for me to open yet, but we'll see. It had better be something good. It would have to be to out do my precious pony present.
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Saturday, February 4, 2006
