June 9, 2006

Why do all superheroes wear spandex?

So, I managed to make it through all the Antique Roadshows languishing on the DISH DVR before Comcast came to tear down the little Empire that Dish had built in our living room. Arun has a nice patina now from being exposed to the warm glow of the TV for all those hours, although his provenance is suspect.

Last night, X and I went for a super fancy meal with Arun at Cassis (used to be Hannah's, now in a new location at 117th and Roe in Town Centre). It seems that our boy has a thing for French desserts. He also snarfed on carefully smash scraps of beef tenderloin, bread, pearlized onions and mushrooms. I have never understood why people are afraid to take their kids to nice restaurants. I say, take them early on so they learn how to behave. We just make sure to go around 5:30ish as not to interrupt/disturb the serious diners.

I have noticed that I seem to have a Shadow these days. Yes, Separation Psychosis is at hand. I turn around to see a little Monster furiously following me wherever I go all the while proclaiming “mmmmmMAmmmmmMA”. That's his new thing - when he is crying, he says that. Nah, I don’t think he KNOWS what he is saying, although my heart is cracking from the pressure because IT sure the fuck doesn’t know. Unfortunately, Sunday shoppers at Target probably think I am the meanest mother in the world as he cried that over and over and over while I continued on my business. Anyway, I just hope he gets over himself already because I really like to “meditate” in peace and quiet (preferably, with a the latest ragazine such as US Weekly, thankyouverymuch).

Oh, speaking of The Bad Habits that Befall Babies - what the fuck is up with this "must get up at 4:00 or 5:00am and TALK and CRAWL and blow RASPBERRIES and attempt to STAND. MUST STAND. Headbooard GOOD." Yeehaw. God help me when he discovers there is a Santa Claus.

Anyway, we are off this morning to our first swimming pool excursion. This SAHM business is a hard knock life sometimes.

Spank Me Like the StoreBrand Whore I Am

Awhile back, I had admonished X for having a storebrand shampoo in his Virginia apartment. I should have been clearer - what I was criticizing was the fact that it was a SAFEWAY storebrand. Had he picked up a bottle of Target or Kirkland (Costco brand) shampoo, I would have totally high-fived him. Lately, finding Target or Kirkland replacements for my favorite brands is almost becoming like a game. The most loveliest thing about the Target storebrand is that they tell you exactly who they are knocking off. These are my latest finds.

Bad Heir Day

I keep most of the pictures I take of Arun. Even the bad ones such as this one taken right after a nap. Might come in handy if he ever becomes a celebrity and he thinks he can cut off his Kansas bred mama.

My Own Baby Jay

I couldn't think of any good snarkastic commentary for this one because I was mesmerized by his sweet babyphat face and chunky monkey thighs.

7 comments:

dorothy said...

After the little angel's 45-minute car time-out two weeks ago ("We can go see the fishies as soon as you tell Mommy you're sorry for hitting her"), the little angel will now say "Mommy, I'm SO SORRY" at random moments. Like when we're in public and she's doing nothing wrong.

I am in so much trouble.

Monkey McWearingChaps said...

Target needs to rip off Aveda and then my life will be complete and I can die in peace.

Modern Day Hermit said...

I am going through the SAME thing with my little one. I mean, really, why do they feel the need to stand up or even sit up for that matter? Life was much more simple when they couldn't move all that much.

I made the mistake of walking in his room at 4-stinkin'-AM this morning and had to step out for a moment and he started bellowing like an injured animal.

Your post also makes me wonder if they know when they are saying Mamamamamamama, if they are speaking to us, because my boy does the same thing when he's upset.

I've yet to decipher if he's crying out for help or cursing me. Time will tell.

Wordnerd said...

I had a great and oh-so-clever comment brewing in my mind as I read, but it went to mush when the pics showed up.

Must. Chew. The. Thighs.

Umm, what was I going to say? Oh, yeah. Something about ... oh, I don't remember.

pharmgirl said...

OK...this comment may not win me any popularity votes, but here's the thing about kids and nice restaurants: A. I stress too much over whether or not my child will act up and ruin other's dinners. I may piss off everyone and waste my own time and money. Lose/lose. B. When I pay top dollar for a sitter then go out for a pricey meal, the LAST thing I want to hear is someone else's squawking kiddo. I am ALL FOR getting your kids accoustomed to eating out AND behaving well in the process, but I reserve those trips for family restaurants. I do, however, applaud your choosing an earlier time slot to avoid some of those issues. OK...give it to me!

Great pics, by the way!

Cagey said...

Pharmgirl,
Nah, actually I hear you! It wasn't so long ago that X and I were eating sans progeny. When Arun acts up/cries we take turns walking him around outside the restaurant. We have had many, many desserts and coffee alone, while the other was taking his turn walking him around.

re: the earlier time - usually, 5:00 pm is a GREAT time to eat out because the restaurant is virtually empty. In fact, when we went to Cassis, the only other table was also a table with a baby. We had the restaurant to ourselves.

aibee said...

Arun's toes got my attention. I love how babies express themselves with their feet. :)