The Other Side of the Aisle

All-in-one weekend update and shopping extravaganza

36D

Once upon a time there was a girl who was a perky little 36B cup. One day, she and her husband decided being on the pill was just entirely too hard on her, and they would rather have a baby than deal with artificial hormonal wackiness. Six weeks later, she started vomitting, and kid 1 was on her way. Strange things started happening to those little 36Bs. They grew and grew and grew. Stretch marks and veins appeared that bore an uncanny resemblance to the Interstate Highway system. And they hurt. Boy did they hurt. After kid 1 was born, breastfeeding became a centermost part of that girl's life for a good 14 months. A couple years later, the girl's chest went through the insanity of pregnancy and nursing for a second time. Once kid 2 weaned, the girl had absolutely no clue what bra size to purchase and kept hoping that her little 36 B cups would magically reappear (STOP LAUGHING!), so she wore nursing bras for another third of a year. Just this weekend, she finally owned up to the fact that what little the nursing bras did for her profile was not exactly flattering. She spent a solid hour this weekend trying on bras, and discovered that she wears a Warners 36D cup bra. Oddly enough, she still hopes that her old 36B cups will come back (REALLY STOP LAUGHING!).

The Other Side of the Aisle

We took advantage of all the back to school clothing sales and the sales tax holiday (8.25% sales tax is nothing to sneeze at) this weekend to do some serious shopping. After finding a couple of things for L., we were alarmed to discover that we had to cross the aisle from the babies and toddlers clothing to the big girl clothes for S. How is it possible that my baby's pajamas are now sold right next to the training bras and hoochie clothes that pre-pubescent girls wear today? Thanks to Mayberry's timely comments regarding 'Sunrise, Sunset,' I have that song running through my head even today.

Sunrise, sunset
Sunrise, sunset
Swiftly flow the days
Seedlings turn overnight to sunflowers
Blossoming even as we gaze

Be Careful What You Wish For

Mr. W. either read my blog entry bemoaning my lack of alone time, or he is REALLY good at reading me. Saturday evening he and the girls headed to his parents' house for dinner and a chance for him to install their new computer. I had the entire house all to myself for 4 hours. I talked to my best friend on the phone completely undisturbed, I made a dozen 'get well' cards for a card swap, and I played with my cats. It was delightful!

Operation Raisin Extraction, Part Deux

So, L. celebrated dinner last night by stuffing yet another raisin up her nose. I have REALLY got to stop feeding her those things, even if she does think they are the best food ever, and they don't make a mess, and she can feed them to herself, and they are reasonably healthy.

M.W.