I took the girlie shopping yesterday (I think that's my new thing - let's make October shopping month). We spent about an hour in Zara, where I was doing my darnedest to find something for myself that was age-appropriate. I still tend to gravitate toward their teeny-bopper department, but honestly, it really seems like I'm trying too hard.
So I stuck more to the other sections, keeping little G amused with my ziplock bag of coupons. She kept reminding me that we had to go to the Disney store; and somehow also fished out a page of expired McDonalds coupons. She declared that "It's 'portant Mommy that we go to McDonalds first, then Disney!" A couple of women heard that and thought it was quite adorable. G promptly hid behind me and shouted "I don't want anybody to look at me". Oh, to be the mother of a Diva.
Don't ask me why I carry around a ziplock bag of coupons. Mostly expired ones. I suppose it's my current contribution to the family's bottom line. A buck or two savings on diapers never hurt anyone. I'm so hoping the potty training will be over soon.
Back to Zara. I'm really appreciative that this season appears to be the season of the tunic. The flowing, empire-waist blouse over skinny jeans or leggings - that look is everywhere. It spells comfy to me. And although I said I would never do it again, I did succumb to getting some leggings earlier this year. Now I need something to wear them with. I pulled several brown, grey and boring black tops onto the stroller (my shopping cart) and found a couple of pairs of jeans to try on as well. I especially liked a couple of "Limited Edition" tops that hugged on top and left plenty of room below the chest. I liked them so much that I didn't even notice the tags stating "Limited Edition - Maternity Wear"! Eeeeeck! I loved being pregnant when I was pregnant, but we are not going there again, no matter how cute the clothes. Disappointingly, after more than an hour in the store, I bought nothing.
Off to Disney. A sale, a sale, and additional 40% off sale! Bonus! Because everything was cheap, cheap, cheap (well, for Disney anyway) I bought the little girlie a fairy doll, a pair of pyjamas for $4.97, and a fantastic Power Rangers playset for the boy. The kind of playset he used to throw fits for (and he's a laidback kid) whenever we popped into Disney. I was so happy - I went shopping for presents for me, but the kids ended up with toys. G lectured me on that later - she says we still need to get mommy a toy, because it isn't a birthday without a cake and a toy. But she was content with her loot.
We picked L up for his first tennis lesson EVAH! I couldn't believe it, but he was quite excited to go; until we got into the parking lot and he announced "I don't like tennis!" I think he just does that to get me going, because during the lesson he was all bright-eyed, and flushed with laughter as he whacked at the ball and went scurrying after them whenever their coach finished the baskets (smart coach).
On the way home, I told him I had bought him that wonderful Power Ranger set. He thanked me for it, seemed to like it. But then all evening he didn't go near it, and showed no moves to open it.
This morning during breakfast, I asked him if he wanted the set, or if I should return it. He told me it might be better to return it to get my $7 back. To go toward my birthday present.
Disney's Power Rangers no longer make the cut. My little man's growing up.