‘Burban BlissPosted: November 1, 2014
Today we lolled and shopped our way through our post-Halloween, candy-fueled haze (ok, that was mostly me. I didn’t offer candy to our kids today, but I ate a bunch. In fairness, I only stole stuff that I’m pretty sure they don’t like). Das Big Boy declared this morning that he loved Halloween and trick-or-treating (duh), so we spent the early part of the day reliving our Halloween glory and playing games in which we fake trick-or-treated or pretended to be the neighbors’ dog getting sprayed by a skunk. At one point, Little Liebchen ran up to me, brought me to the bathroom door, and shouted, “Baby, baby!” I opened the door to this tableau:
So in LL’s mind, either Samantha had a rough night last night, or she had to take a big poop. Given that approximately seventy percent of LL’s pretend play involves wiping and diapering, I’m going to guess it’s the latter.
wool rug for LL’s room (wool=naturally antibacterial and flame retardent without off-gassing!)
Our errands continued at Target, where we ran into this “book”:
Now I’m a former English teacher and I believe whatever gets kids to read is great. But really? This is how we get girls reading? By teaching them that such a thing as a dream closet exists?! Now I’m not saying that I don’t love a good closet (in fact, I have a good, albeit messy, closet), but indoctrinating them into hyperconsumerism and pink dresses shit at age five is just gross. Can’t little girls dream bigger than closets?? Talk about female containment! This is literally teaching little girls that their aspirations should be about the small spaces in which they keep their clothes. Ugh. Please never buy this book for your children.
After settling my rage over the offensive Barbie book, our whole fam journeyed to the house of the ‘Burban Besties for an evening of make-your-own pizza, red wine/weird beer, and benign neglect of our combined four children four and under (DBB=4, ‘Burban Big Girl = 2.5, LL = 1.5, ‘Burban Babe = .5).
It was the kind of evening you hope for when you move to the suburbs. Fun, fast-paced convo with dear friends, cozy fire, happy kids, and lots of yummy food/wine.
Also, I had a brilliant idea. We and the BBs both use the best high school babysitter on the planet. Next time we do a family hangout, we’re going to return to our respective homes to put our kids to bed, then have said babysitter come to one of our houses so the grown-ups can reunite at the other house for more wine/chat/boardgames without the kids!!
I hope you all had delightful Saturday evenings, too. We went tantrum-free from both kids today despite the fact that LL skipped her nap. So basically we’re screwed tomorrow. But it was worth it for tonight!