We celebrated Thanksgiving well and happily. Twelve of us squeezed around my Dad’s dinner table, while the younger kids spent half of their dinner at the kiddie table and the other half chewing on pieces of turkey and spinning in circles next to their chairs. If any one else pops out another baby before next year, we’re going to have to hold Thanksgiving in a more appropriate venue, like Chuck E. Cheese.
My cousin and his wife, Stephanie, and their two young children were amongst the guests. Stephanie is this tall cool glass of water, she’s a knock-out y’all, and I hate her. No, I don’t hate her, she‘s actually super cool, knows how to throw around the sarcasm, intelligent and…wait, no actually, I do hate her. So Stephanie comes in and we hug and since she’s a foot taller than me I dodge my head to the side in order to avoid planting my face between her boobs.
Standing to her side is Olivia, Stephanie’s mini-me four year old daughter. Olivia is a stunning little girl with long blonde hair that’s interspersed with golden highlights. She’s wearing a gold lame party dress with gold sparkly shoes and white leg warmers – and really, how rockin’ are leg warmers with a party dress? Now that think of it, I should also probably add fashionable when describing Stephanie – that bitch.
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Not even the threat of elves holding me down and beating me, could convince me to spend one-hundred and forty-nine dollars on an Advent calendar. Even so, I do like an Advent calendar. If only for the many instances an Advent calendar provides to bribe or cajole, my girls into behaving. Come December 1st, Ben and I almost exclusively discipline our girls by means of “The Advent Calendar Parenting Technique”. It goes something like this: Hey, listen-up, if you lick your sister ONE MORE TIME you will NOT open the little flap on your Advent Calendar tomorrow morning - she stops licking her sister – Do you understand?- she nods agreeably. Brilliant! Feel free to use this technique yourself and share with other parents. You’re welcome.
And there are other things I lust for but won’t buy because they’re either too expensive or, no that’s it, they’re just too expensive. It’s like the time I bought curtains at Restoration Hardware and when the total rang-up I threw my hands over my head because I thought I was in the throws of a mugging.
I like nice, stylish stuff, and you might too. So here’s my new grand plan…whenever I find stylish stuff on the cheapo, I’ll write a quick blurb and post it here on BuenoBaby. The blurb won’t appear in the main feed; you’ll need to click on the tab we’ve just added labeled Cheap-O-Baby (up there at the top of the page). Oh, there’s another thing I want to tell you. I will only review stuff I’ve paid for with my own money and will not be accepting freebies unless of course those freebies are True Religion Jeans or Maclaren Strollers (of course the kind that don’t amputate fingers). If I do begin accepting those sorts of freebies, you (the reader) will be made known of my compensation, and a new tab labeled “All the Rockin’ Crap People Send Me” will appear on the top tabs.
One final thing. I am only one woman and could really use your help (and this sentence has cost me thousands of dollars in therapy – thank you Dr. Harris for helping me to identify my limits and ask for help when I need it). So, if you have a cheapo-style-find just shoot me an email with a link, I’ll check-it out and if it works, I’ll feature it on Cheapo-O-Baby. Make sure to send along your info so that I can publish it along with your featured cheapo-style-find.
Alright, that’s all I have for today. All BuenoBaby readers uninterested in anything I just wrote, please enjoy the photo below and have a nice rest of your day. For all you other cheap bastards like me, please click here or the Cheap-O-Baby tab above.
