Happy Groundhog Day

And so, (that phrase was for all of you who might remember this. i couldn't help myself.) I was at Target today with middle daughter and little son. We were scouting out the clearance piles, or aisles, if you prefer. (We still call them piles- a la little son.) And I got some great deals on Christmas toys. For birthdays.

Of course when I go to Target, I case the entire joint. Check every clearance pile. And re-check. Thoroughly. And then I meander throughout the rest of the store, just in case I am missing anything. It is a process.

As we were passing by the bedding piles, little son's spidey senses detected a way awesome stuffed Batman pillow. I'm talking way way awesome- it's basically like a stuffed batman doll. It's at least two feet tall, maybe more, and has a cape. So, we paused to allow for a little super hero on super hero combat. And it was good combat. And little son loved that Batman pillow. And we moved on. To the hairspray. Because I had to get some, eventhough the husband had just purchased some for me on his late-Saturday-night jaunt to the grocer's. But he got aerosol. And I don't believe I have used aerosol hairspray since my Aqua-Net glory days. (I will give the husband props, though, because he did call me while at the grocer's, standing in the hairspray pile, and informed me that only aerosol was available in my particular spray, and what should he do? And since it was imperative that I be a little bit cute for my lesson on Sunday, I gave the consent for the aerosol purchase. So when I used it yesterday, I was not satisfied with it. Hence the need for visiting the hairspray pile at Target.)

After Target we headed home. And so, as I entered my mobile office, I took out the cell phone to take care of the business that one can conduct in one's mobile office. I dialed 411 to get the number of the business that I needed to call and was greeted with:

AT&T 411 Info. Happy Groundhog Day

from the lady whose voice is pre-recorded. Wow. I had completely forgotten this holiday.

We really need to put the Groudhog back into Groudhog Day. I can't remember the last time someone wished me a Happy Groundhog Day. And I was filled with warm fuzzies. And tears came to my eyes. And then, as a bonus, I was wished a Happy Groundhog Day AGAIN after I received the information I was seeking. I believe AT&T could change the world.

Soon we were pulling into the garage and unloading the car.

As we sat down to lunch, I asked my two children what they loved best about visiting Target today. (This is a habit for me after we visit stores, so that I can make mental notes of the kinds of things to get them for holidays.) And middle daughter answered the typical girl answer- she loved the Barbies. But, little son surprised me. He said, "I liked the bras."

Yikes.

How did you spend your Groundhog Day?

expectations and consequences

today my sister traveled all the way out to my side of the valley and the two of us- along with our broods of children- ventured out to shop, shop, shop. our goal was to find and purchase darling outfits at a specific store for my children for an upcoming family portrait to be housed in the lovely frame the husband commissioned for our anniversary. it was a lovely day. we were feeling good.

we arrived at the shopping destination and before we exited my van, the children received "the talk". you know- the one where you discuss expectations and consequences. we outlined the following:

• children are expected to stay with the moms at all times
• children will not run like crazy people through the stores
• children will be happy to be out and shopping
• children will take copious notes and observe the mothers who have perfected the fine art of shopping
• children may play at the splash pad in the center of the mall AFTER we have visited 14 stores
• children will receive a treat if they comply with all guidelines
• children who are non-compliant will not receive a treat

we sauntered through the first two stores. the children were relatively well-behaved. the mom found a dress for oldest daughter on clearance for $3.97. bargain.

eventually we made it to store #3- the store we came to scope out for the darling outfits. as we entered the store one of the sales ladies gave my sister the "are you seriously coming into MY store with all those kids?" look. still, we entered- with ALL THOSE KIDS! and we were greeted with darling outfits- on every wall and every rack. yay! this was going to be a breeze.

and then my children started to get crazy and out of control. they were hiding in the racks and fighting over who got to sit in the stroller and then they were making loud noises- all the pleasantries one would hope not to experience whilst one is attempting to construct the perfect ensemble for a family photo that will etch itself in the annals of history and enrich the lives of all those who look upon it.

if you have ever been shopping with someone, you will know that you can't look at something way cute and not say, "hey, look at this! how cute is it?" and then they say, "oh, that is sooooo cute."

pretty soon you hear, "hey, look at this!" to which you reply, "ahh, soooo cute!!"

yeah, we did this sort of fashion tennis match for a while till i began to pull articles of clothing together, all the while doing my best to discipline the two youngest and have them sit their time outs in front of the pink and sage leggings.

and guess what? no dressing rooms. so, i did what any self-respecting, modesty defending mother would do. i had them strip down, right there, making sure to confine them to the side of the store where the big shelves could hide them so that i could try on these cutest little outfits. and they really are the cutest little outfits.

after exchanging sizes and trading out tops or bottoms or both, the perfect outfits were decided upon and finalized and the children were re-dressed in the clothing in which we entered the store.

this whole time, there was no help from the sales associates. i found this strange. they watched us as we battled to maintain some semblance of order, pick out clothing, assign time outs, try on clothing, exchange pieces of clothing for a better match, stop a running child, shield naked daughters from onlookers, and then clothe them again. not a sales lady peep to be heard. not a "can i get you another size" or "are you finding everything ok?" or "can you please get that little boy who is running around in the purple velour beret?" NOTHING

i sent my sister, along with the unruly children, to the water playground while i stayed behind and purchased the clothing. i spent a ridiculous amount of money. (i can't tell you how much, cause the husband reads this stuff. but i will tell you that it was more than i should have spent.) but it will make a way cute family picture. i think.

so, i met up with my sis. we let the kids run wild. get wet. scream. and then, we decided to forget about the 11 remaining stores and go home while we were still a little sane.

but, my children forfeited their right to a treat. there was a little sadness, but they accepted that decision. and when their cousins received their treat, there was no complaining. they knew they had been a little silly.

next time, i will get a babysitter. and then maybe the sales ladies will accept me into their store without the icky looks. but, hello? ladies, if ya don't like to deal with kids, don't work in a kids clothing store.

one more thing that is bothering me today: why can't i just have one white shirt that doesn't get those unsightly yellow armpit stains?