*It turns out that the exact number of parents needed to enjoy a shopping trip with one child is two, and no less. While Bub was in school, the husband and I did some Christmas shopping with Bubette. The mall was pretty much empty for, what will likely be, the last time until January. One of us could follow her around, as she isn’t much for being contained these days, and the other could look. (This formula doesn’t apply to highly active four year olds however. The number of adults needed to make a shopping outing successful is more than would fit in my minivan.)
*I ordered my Christmas cards today. We have a picture that is fine. No, it’s not perfect, but it’s the four of us in our house and it’s fine. I picked a card from many, many perfectly adorable options. I gave it the exact amount of attention that one should to something that will be thrown in the trash come December 26th.
*I saw Breaking Dawn tonight.
Putting aside my personal opinion on brining babies to adult movies, tell me how it is possible to enjoy a movie if the entire time you’re worried that your baby will wake up and disturb the people who made other arrangements for their children.
The movie was fine. Ali Martell was exactly right in her assessment. It’s a movie, not a film. It’s a guilty pleasure, not a cultural experience. That said, I would like to see the final Twilight installment in a theater exclusively for those old enough to rent a car. The giggling, you guys. Non-stop giggling for two straight hours.
*I still haven’t decided on what we’re having for our turkey dinner with friends on Saturday night, which means that I haven’t shopped for it yet. And that means that I have to go to a grocery store tomorrow. I think drinking before lunch will be in order.