Worst Awkward Fashion Stage
Lunching outside with Babyhead I noticed that his shirt looked rather dingy. Well, that’s putting it lightly, especially if you say “dingy” with an English accent, the shirt was flat out stained. This was not shocking because bibs have become evil in Tavian’s world, but I was a little embarrassed about my failing laundry skills.
Going through his toddler wardrobe later I discovered many more badly stained items, pants that started to look more like leggings, and shirts that revealed his baby belly bottom. The thrill of going shopping for Tay’s new clothes put the trip at the top of my To Do list.
When I was pregnant I loved looking for baby clothes, especially shoes and things that looked like “real” clothes (not jumpers with teddy bears and ducks all over them.) Little man clothes. Now, clothes for Taivan is about ease, comfort, and colors that hide stains. Target and Old Navy are currently my best friends because I just can’t pay $30 for a toddler t-shirt I know will be covered in sand, drool, and apple sauce by the end of the day.
However, the thrill of shopping turned into a chill after a few trips. You see dear Blog, Tavian does not fall into the typical sizing for his age range. Not surprising considering I remember my mom constantly altering my clothes growing up, everything was either too short or too wide...karma, I roll my eyes at you.
But Tavian is right in between two sizes, pants are either too short or too big in the waist, shirts too tight or too baggy. After many purchases and returns I discovered these sweat pants with elastic at the waist and ankles. Yes, just like the ones you see senior citizens sporting on their mall walks. But their genius because they are tight enough not to fall down and he doesn’t trip over the legs...because they are elastic-ed to his ankles.
Oh dearest son, thank goodness you are adorable enough to over power your elastic sweat pants and baggy stained shirts. That doesn’t mean I don’t feel a little guilty every morning dressing you in such awkward outfits. If “lame” was in your vocabulary I know you would be scolding me about your wardrobe.
Worst/Best Movie
Becoming a mother completely changed my viewing capacity. Anything that has to do with children is a kazillion times more impact-full. I didn’t get why everyone loved Slumdog Millionaire, love story my tush! It was about the horrible living conditions, trauma, and abuse of three innocent children. The other night I saw A.I. on TV and I don’t remember crying that hard back in 2001.
But you don’t have to be a parent to be shocked, shattered, and sobbing while watching the movie Precious. Just ask the guy next to me, I bet he wasn’t counting on gasping and sniffing his way through this movie. Or anyone in the theater for that matter as we all collectively held our breath and cried out “oh no!” scene after heart breaking scene. No seriously, everyone in the sold out theater.
But a movie can only be this awful if it is only that good. Really, really good. The performances were just outstanding, some of the best I have seen in a long time. I personally don’t want to pay money to feel so disturbed for a whole night. Eli and I came home and immediately went into Tavian’s room to watch him sleep, so peaceful, so innocent. If anything I commend this film for being so moving, a slap in the face to make you grateful for what you have and a reminder that things could be worse. But if it’s a night of carefree entertainment you are looking for...skip this one.
I can justify blogging about Halloween three weeks after the fact because we just ate the last of our trick or treat candy. I say “our” because it really was quite the collaborative effort between the three of us to gather our bag of sweet booty.
Dressed as Evil Knievel Tavian set out to go on a walk with Momma and Dad. But this time we were telling him to go into stores and strange homes with a little bucket to collect candy. How very strange! But we only showed him a few times how to trick or treat before Babyhead had it down cold! I gave him the little paper pail, he would walk up, wait for the bowl of candy to be presented, select a piece, put it in his pail, walk back to Momma and hand it over.
At first I didn’t think we would be out for very long, that he would lose interest. But as the sky got darker, the houses got creepier, and the kids got crazier, we all got into the spirit of trick or treating. Eli and I would cheer when Tavian brought back the good stuff like Snickers or Starbursts and encourage him to try harder when he brought back Tootsie Rolls. After covering four whole blocks we loaded up Evil Knievel and headed home to celebrate our hard work with a Heresy's PB Cup...or two. Holding the little paper bag full of candy I was genuinely proud of Babyhead and his new found talent for taking candy from strangers. As if he had just won the Nobel Peace Prize, but he didn’t he just brought me handfuls of delicious candy, which is just as awesome!
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1 comment:
I love it all Cori! Thanks so much for your honesty, humor, and love that come through so clearly in your writing!
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