Rylie and I went to Costco yesterday…we were in need of 400 pounds of dog food and 6 cans of spaghetti sauce. I ran into a friend of a friend who may or may not have remembered my name. Rylie was still in her pjs and covered in dried carrots from breakfast. We stood in the 84-pack of pop aisle for a moment and made small talk while my 5 pound bag of organic broccoli and 20-pack of tube socks rested in the cart. I would have felt weird, but she had just loaded up a keg of root beer. I so love that store.
Back in the day, the Sebeck fam used to head to Sam’s Club on Friday nights and wander the aisles. Dad went to the tents and tools, Mom to the frozen meat, and Danny (who seems to channel Dean Martin these days) and I hit the ends of the aisles for all the free food samples. I don’t even think Mom and Dad fed us before we left the house. We would meet up front at the check out where, inevitably, my mother would be holding a 100-pack of Charmin and I would begin to whimper, knowing I was going to have to carry it out to the car and surely someone I knew would see me. Yesterday, I told Rylie her fate was the same because I’m over the embarrassment of youth. Cheap is cheap, and I can’t carry everything.
Rylie has her first teensy tiny tooth popping through on the bottom left side- it’s so cute (I think). She spends all day with her pointer finger jammed in there, well, pointing to it but won’t let you get a good look at it. She also has started holding her own bottle (GodblessAmerica it’s about time) and clapping for herself- which is hilarious. The newest thing is her apparent excess of finger strength. What used to be sweet little pats on the face has turned into probing claws of malice. I cried because I realized she was getting big…and that it was very possible she was going to rip my lips off soon and I wasn’t sure if any of you would still be my friends if I didn’t have any lips on my face.
But I’m glad you’re my friends at least for now.
I’m off to find a place for my tube socks and Charmin.
Blessings to you this weekend.
And thanks for all the J-Bird support! I have told him of your love and he returns it 7-fold.