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seldneiWe were out of milk, which around here is like being out of heroin, so today the Zweeble and I went to Target to get milk, a waterproof watch** (I need something cheap and waterproof for the beach and water park, because I plan to spend a lot of this summer at both places with the boy), and--assuming he was good--a toy for the kiddo.
Well, he was good. "Good" being a relative term when you have a two-year-old, but he met the criteria. So he ended up with a hand rake from the dollar bin and a Hannah Montana light-up microphone that plays part of what I can only assume is one of her hits. This acquisition prompted joyous cries of "I'm Hannah Montana!" as we went through the store. I think it embarrassed the two teenaged boys perusing the action figures more than it did me.
I let him walk the store rather than getting a cart, which is what I do when I have no place to be and don't need to get much. And we wandered the toy aisle, where he did a veritable jig upon discovering a Little Einsteins toy globe, went through the garden section at his insistence (I see a stone frog or turtle in my gardening future ...), and went to find my watch. Z. checked out "neck-a-laces": "They're beautiful!" "They're col ... color ... colorful!"
(I'm sorry, I love him, but this was some of the tackiest crap jewelry ever.)
And then, on our way to the milk, we found the crayon aisle. Which included finger paint. And there are three things I will always buy the kid, barring only having a dollar in the bank account: books, music, and art supplies. Someday he's going to discover this weakness, and I hope he exploits it mercilessly. I did, when I figured it out about my father.
The finger paint ... well, first off, he thinks it's to literally paint his fingers with. So that's going to be an interesting notion to disabuse him of. But I got big (BIG) paper, and I figure we'll mess in the kitchen ... but this will be an experience. I'm not sure if it'll be a good one or not, but we shall see.
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dealio and I have beeen listening to The Hazards of Love, which is the new Decemberists CD, and we have the same opinion on it--which doesn't happen often, lemme tell you. Our tastes overlap, but we tend to like different aspects of the same things.
But. "The Wanting Comes in Waves/Repaid" and "The Rake's Song"*** are the songs we both keep coming back to (although I also like the bit with the children at the end), and we're working out the story without looking stuff up, and if they came to Florida on tour for this album I'd probably maim someone to go see them.
**It's green, velcros, and has an alarm and a stopwatch. Not bad for $10, but, oddly like the BlackBerry, probably more device than I need.
***That song hits on every pleasure center in my brain, and it's so unrepentantly evil ...
Well, he was good. "Good" being a relative term when you have a two-year-old, but he met the criteria. So he ended up with a hand rake from the dollar bin and a Hannah Montana light-up microphone that plays part of what I can only assume is one of her hits. This acquisition prompted joyous cries of "I'm Hannah Montana!" as we went through the store. I think it embarrassed the two teenaged boys perusing the action figures more than it did me.
I let him walk the store rather than getting a cart, which is what I do when I have no place to be and don't need to get much. And we wandered the toy aisle, where he did a veritable jig upon discovering a Little Einsteins toy globe, went through the garden section at his insistence (I see a stone frog or turtle in my gardening future ...), and went to find my watch. Z. checked out "neck-a-laces": "They're beautiful!" "They're col ... color ... colorful!"
(I'm sorry, I love him, but this was some of the tackiest crap jewelry ever.)
And then, on our way to the milk, we found the crayon aisle. Which included finger paint. And there are three things I will always buy the kid, barring only having a dollar in the bank account: books, music, and art supplies. Someday he's going to discover this weakness, and I hope he exploits it mercilessly. I did, when I figured it out about my father.
The finger paint ... well, first off, he thinks it's to literally paint his fingers with. So that's going to be an interesting notion to disabuse him of. But I got big (BIG) paper, and I figure we'll mess in the kitchen ... but this will be an experience. I'm not sure if it'll be a good one or not, but we shall see.
So
dealio and I have beeen listening to The Hazards of Love, which is the new Decemberists CD, and we have the same opinion on it--which doesn't happen often, lemme tell you. Our tastes overlap, but we tend to like different aspects of the same things.But. "The Wanting Comes in Waves/Repaid" and "The Rake's Song"*** are the songs we both keep coming back to (although I also like the bit with the children at the end), and we're working out the story without looking stuff up, and if they came to Florida on tour for this album I'd probably maim someone to go see them.
**It's green, velcros, and has an alarm and a stopwatch. Not bad for $10, but, oddly like the BlackBerry, probably more device than I need.
***That song hits on every pleasure center in my brain, and it's so unrepentantly evil ...
