So, this week has been a little busy because my mom has been here visiting us and getting her fill of Cee time. Last time she was here, Cee was just on the brink of taking some steps but hadn’t made that leap of faith into full-fledged walkdom yet. That didn’t stop us from going shoe shopping with Grammy while she was here, though. Back in early March, we fitted Cee with her first pair of high-tops:
Now since she’s walking, running, and basically being a human, she’s having tons o’ fun with Grammy. The three of us have been going out on the town while B works on his summer courses for work.
My mom brought some dresses I wore when I was a Wee Eee, and they are in fantastic shape thanks to 30 years of moth balls. (And BTW, if y’all have any tips for getting the smell out but protecting the semi-fragility of the clothes, I am all ears. Dr. Google says to make a vinegar solution but I’m nervous that then she’ll just smell like an old mothy pickle.) Cee has been wearing them around town, making her the cutest little gal who smells like an attic.
So that’s what I’ve been doing. Dressing my baby up and frolicking with my mom at stores that are normally outside of my price range. Today I learned that I love Talbots because I can go a size down there. Um, hello, new favorite store. (Don’t worry, Target, I still love you too, but y’know, it’s nice to see a number on the tag that doesn’t make me feel like I ate an entire cow for lunch. And to not be tempted for once with ceramic plates with mod owls all over them.)
Another fun thing happened this week! I ordered some business cards on which I call myself a freelance writer and a blogger. (I know.) A couple months back, I pitched a column to a local women’s publication in my town. And guess what? They actually accepted it! It’s going to be based on the parenting writing I do here. I figured that now I’m kinda legit and all I should start behaving as such and order some little cards.
And spend an arm and a leg at Talbots on fancy clothes.
Emily for hire. I’ll write you some words. (Don’t worry; the cards don’t say that.)