Houston, We Have a Baby
Internet, can I please tell you how fucking adorable Sadie was in her outfit?
On Friday afternoon, Sadie’s daycare had its annual “Fall Festival,” during which all the little kids are pumped full of sugary treats and sent home with their parents. I’m thinking this is a not-so-veiled attempt at payback for all the various and sundry diseases the daycare workers contract from our little bundles of joy, but it was fun nonetheless. We had been warned on Thursday that Sadie would be participating in “pudding painting,” and WOW, DID SHE EVER. By the time we arrived, she was covered head to toe in partially dried pudding, the cuffs of her shirt stiff with hardened sugar. “She loved it,” her caregiver was happy to report, “although I think she ate more than she painted.” It was then I realized that OMG, that was my baby’s first taste of true sugary goodness (fruit, of course, DOES NOT COUNT), and I was all at once a little sad I missed out on witnessing her first sugar high, and a little peeved that they let her gorge on some disgusting processed crap that probably contained preservatives and additives and red dye #6 in my PRECIOUS ANGEL’S PURE LITTLE DIGESTIVE SYSTEM…
Anyhoo, despite a quick sugar crash power nap in the car on the way home, Sadie managed to stay awake and alert (and happy!) for the Halloween party, where there were two other astronauts in attendance.
One of whom generously donated his brother’s helmet for this photo op. This was also right before we left, at the scandalously late hour of 9:30. Please witness my daughter’s expression of OMG SO TIRED PUT ME TO BED KTHXBYE.
On Saturday night, Sadie donned her jumpsuit once more to help us hand out candy on the front porch. Highlights included:
- A girl who could not have been a day over 14 looking at Sadie and saying, “I wish mine were still that little.” (I briefly considered handing out condoms after this.)
- A little boy who asked me, “Did you have that baby?” and then, when I responded with yes, he raised his eyebrows and said in a tone I can only describe as bemused contempt, “Huh.”
- A little girl who ate all the loose Smarties and Sweet Tarts right out of the bottom of my candy bowl.
- The kids who didn’t even bother to say “Trick or Treat,” and just wordlessly held out their bags instead – I mean, THESE DARN KIDS TODAY with their entitlement and iPods and Jonas Brothers and such.
Unfortunately, my stomach was kind of wonky all day Saturday and Sunday and it kind of put me off my feed, which led to the exciting random thought of “Hey! What if I’m pregnant?”
On Sunday, though, we went to lunch with FoST and husband, where Sadie got her first taste of chicken and mashed potatoes, followed up later with some spoonfuls of my milkshake (hey, I said I was off my feed, not insane). Verdict on all new foods: NOM NOM NOM, and also: WHY HAVE YOU BEEN KEEPING THESE GLORIOUS FOODSTUFFS FROM ME, WOMAN?!
We also took a quick trip to the mall to score Sadie some fall & winter clothes, and someone I know had an insane amount of fun…
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