Sugar and Spice

Last night was the opening night preview party for my Junior League's Mistletoe and Moss holiday market and Aaron and I used this week night event as an opportunity to test the waters with a non-grandparent babysitter. This was inevitable since the ladies at the daycare have literally been fighting over who would eventually get the chance to watch Pumpkin after hours. I've had phone numbers covertly slipped into my bottle bag, girls meeting me outside and talking in hushed whispers to get directions to my home, and even one lady doing a drive-by to make sure she knew where I lived. Sounds crazy but this is no exaggeration. I finally picked one and made the deal (in the hall where nobody could see, of course). I set the date with the sitter a couple weeks in advance and felt good about it. We "had a sitter" as I have heard parents say in the past. I tried those words out. Yeah, we had a sitter. Well, as the days started ticking down I started slowly freaking out. It wa...

The past week or so have brought lots more laughs and joy with sweet Pumpkin. I've realized, though, that she may have inherited some of my less than desirable qualities and some of my Type A personality. First, Pumpkin celebrated her first Halloween this weekend and she was the cutest little ladybug ever, if I do say so myself. All in all, she wasn't too impressed with the whole concept of Halloween. She was underwhelmed by the activity and less than fond of the costumes - hers and others. Since she couldn't appreciate the trick-or-treating or other festivities, I can understand her lack of enthusiasm and hold out hope that future years will bring lots of fun. Of course, I never really liked Halloween (and I still don't and I'm still afraid of mascots/things in masks), so we may be finding other ways to spend Daddy's birthday eve in the future. Halloween also revealed the strength of our dear Pumpkin's inner schedule. Despite the fact that she loves to star...