Okay....So I consider myself to be a very mature intelligent forty something woman. I don't know what has happened to me in the last month however. My normal somewhat controlled personality has deserted me, and in the most inopportune places. The Target Baby Aisle....Any Baby Aisle for that matter. Who even knew that Kohls had baby clothes. I for one have never even been to that geographical location of the store.
As you know, I am going to be the Grandma of two darling, highly above average, take your breath away little girls. For Heavens Sakes, that is a huge responsibility. One that seems to have me thinking in PINK, RUFFLES AND TUTU'S.
I had heard about the this FABULOUS GRANDMA PHENOMENON, but one must experience it, to truly understrand how very mind altering it can become. Just the other day I was in Target, minding my own business walking away from the Rubbermaid aisle, when out of no where the PINK POLKA DOT shorts with the matching frilly shirt just screamed my name and like a magnet I was checking for a 6-9 months size. You see my sweet grandbabies wont be born until the Fall. Once I had two of the correct size in hand, I found myself searching for the perfect little sandals to complete the ensemble. And wouldn't you know it, I found the shoes, hairbows, and a light POLKA DOT SWEATER just in case it's a cool summer evening.
This whole time I am thinking, "Oh my goodness, I am in need of a basket!" because I look down and I am also carrying Lavendar Baby Wash, Lotion and Oil, to help them get a good nights sleep and smell yummy all at the same time. And did you know that the bath towels for babies must arrive directly from the baby spa?
This has to stop before I get to the aisle with the swings, and other extraordinary baby loungers and such, I drive a compact car after all.
Never before have I had to fight off invisible arms that reach for me from shelves displaying the sweetest little onesies, and sockies and binkies. And who invented those darling BLINGY binkey holders? It must have been a GRANDMA TO BE. Yes, that is the only explanation for them.
I find myself in a bit of pickle you see, because how am I to dodge all of the Sugar and Spice and Everything Nice? I fear that I am doomed to be the CRAZY GRANDMA after all. Because I Am CRAZY about all of this PINK PARAPHENALIA that is coming at me from every angle. I may not have the inner strength to dodge the diapers bags, and car seat covers, the bumper pads and vibrating chairs. The bonnets and bows are my down fall. And the shoes.....well it has always been all about the shoes.
My Name Is Margi Jackman, and I am about to be a GRANDMA!!!!!!
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You are totally allowed to spoil them crazy! They aren't your own and you can send them home to momma when they get fussy!
Baby girls are soooo easy to shop for - it's nearly impossible to hold yourself back. The momma's will appreciate it!
So cute Marg! I'm afraid that I will be the same way someday off in the future. You will be the best gma ever!!!
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