Tuesday, May 18, 2004

Sparkle Pink I've never really thought of myself as a girly girl. While I'm no tomboy, I'm not quite the high maintenance fantasy my Husband desires (that's another story, but whatever.) Lately, however, I find myself coveting shiny glittery pink things. No, really. First the bright pink metallic ballet flats in the window of my favorite new shop on Larchmont, Blue Windows. And there's that year old obsession with the greatest nail polish ever created, Nars Arabesque. Can someone out there help explain why, as I approach 40 (well, close enough) I have a crow-like attraction to all things that sparkle pink? 2:20:33 PM     comment []

The Day of No Cooperation, or, The New World Order One of the beauties of life as the Husband is a certain loving detachment from the minutiae of child development, i.e., our child's development. Changes are often noted long after they occur, due to lack of exposure, not to mention occasional lack of, ahem, focus. So today, after I contradicted H's optimistic assertion that the babysitter was due any minute, ignored his semi-panicked expression and darted into the bathroom for a shower (a rushed, no shampoo shower, I might add) I overheard quite a discussion on our stairs. It involved stair repair, large wooden blocks, climbing, use of tools, and some level of frustration from the father who wanted only to be granted passage, and to not see his darling child plummet from heights during said repairs. As I sat at my dressing table, applying makeup to hide the circles, blotches and other evidence of age and three years of insufficient sleep, I reminded the tiny tyrant to please cooperate with his daddy. Daddy's response was that it was the Day of No Cooperation. Day? The tyrant is 2 and 9 months. He has all the cooperation of Muammar Khaddafi in his pre "I want to befriend the Great Satan" days. And just as Khaddafi has now changed his stripes, our formerly acquiescent child has marched into aggressive non-cooperation, a trend that began weeks ago, and, according to my friends with older children, may well last through three and a half. God be with us. 9:08:26 AM     comment []