We have the late afternoon ritual where I put her in her exersaucer and she works on training me to go fetch the balls she throws all over the living room. Over. And over. And over again.
And we have our soon-to-be-moved-to-the-adult-tub ritual of her bath (previously held in her infant tub, placed in the kitchen sink), where she has recently discovered the joys associated with making her mother appear ready for a wet tshirt contest (and one that no red-blooded male would want to attend, believe me), as she pounds her not-so-tiny-anymore fists into the tub and sends water everywhere.
But my favorite ritual, by far, is our Thursday afternoon trips to Target. Hey, my life is getting smaller by the day, people. Please hold your laughter until you reach the end of the post.
It started about six weeks ago on a Thursday, when I was going ape-shit out-of-my-mind stir-crazy, after not having left the house since the previous Sunday. It was around 3pm. Miss Isabella had taken a short afternoon nap, I had just finished feeding her, and I was staring into the face of four frighteningly long hours until her bedtime. There are just so many games you can play, songs you can sing, and books you can read with a then five-month old. I needed to get out of the house. I needed to see people. The need was primal, I tell you. And so, with no shopping list and absolutely no reason for going there, we headed to Target.
And oh, what sweet retail-therapy-get-me-the-hell-out-of-my-house relief it was. It wasn't that I spent a ton of money. It wasn't that I even particularly like shopping, because I really don't. It was that we were out of the house, in a brightly lit place (which stood in marked contrast to the dismal cold and gray day I had been staring out my house's windows at all day), and there were people there, and many of them looked like the tired, desperate-for-a-change-in-scenery house fraus with babies I was.
So Isabella and I spent about 45 minutes wandering the aisles. I snagged some cute baby shoes for her, some headbands for me (because I'm on the fast track to baldness what with her hair-pulling fetish), some granola bars for the hubs, and the new Norah Jones CD (for both of us).
And then we went home. I was in a better mood. I think even Isabella was in a better mood because for a brief time she had something to look at besides my ugly mug all day long. And the following Thursday we went again. And the one after that. And the one after that.
Just because I know you are literally dying to see what I bought this past Thursday, I'll show you. Because that's the type of person I am. A giver.
My stash included Quaker Granola Bites, Reeses Pieces, for which we've already established my obsession, gum, a new throw rug for the bathroom, a bag and tissue paper for my aunt's birthday present, and these cool little fruit salad/ice cream bowl dishes that resemble ones I bought at IKEA several years ago.
Target bowls on the left, IKEA ones on the right.
Okay, so those new Quaker Granola Bites? Are seriously good. And for the record, yes, I'm fully aware that they're a snack designed for children's lunch boxes, and I'm okay with it.
These two came from the Dollar Bins at the front of the store. Magnetic grocery lists for your fridge! Bunny ear headbands for Easter! Candles in the shape of little chicks! All can be yours for just a single dollar. I snagged animal crackers (anyone know why they're called "crackers" when they are so obviously a cookie?) and a Beatrix Potter bunny pal for the little girl for Easter.
Oh, and I also bought this bowl (not for a dollar) whose purpose I've yet to decide. I just knew I totally needed it when I saw it on the shelf. Who doesn't need a cute yellow bowl?
And finally these. Okay, so I didn't buy these at Target (but I so would have if they carried them!). Baby's first Chuck Taylors!
Oh Target, I think I love you.