Bits O’ (Girl) Life

I had another day of frantically cleaning out the fridge and freezer AGAIN. There’s another smell. I don’t know why smells have been bothering me so much lately (or why our house has been plagued with smells), but it’s going to drive me mad!!

However, in cleaning out the freezer, I found out that Chris was right about an important point. He’s been joking with me for months about there still being frozen breast milk in the back of our freezer. He’s suggested it for ice packs, for emergencies when we run out of milk, for the munchies, you get the idea.

I keep telling him that there is NO 20 month old breast milk in our freezer.

But he was right. Oops.

I found three bags of the stuff – waaay back the the freezer.

Needless to say, we NO LONGER have breast milk in the freezer. That 18 Ounces of “Liquid Gold” is WAAY past it’s prime.

Ali and I had some time to kill the other day, so we went to the mall. And I must say, the first sight that hit my eyes about made me scream “Holy Hallelujah!!!”:

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Yes, Ladies and Gentlemen (or really just ladies, because I’m sure I lost all the guys at “breast milk”), a “short skirt” is now defined as a skirt that hits the knees!! AND that was in the JUNIOR’S department!!!

I have to say that I LOVE that long dresses in general are back “in”. I’ve just never been a fan of my legs (especially knees and above). I wore my first dress purchase in years on Sunday (my “Pretty Pretty Princess Dress“), and I have to say I am thrilled that I can get away a dress like that without being mistaken for someone who dug something out of their early 90’s pile of clothes.

Except for one tiny little thing.

They could REALLY use some help in marketing this rebirth of the long dress.

What fashion guru in a tall, tall office building somewhere in Paris came up with the term “Maxi Dress”?

Seriously?? Because when I hear the term “Maxi”, that’s NOT the first thing that comes to mind.

Maybe it got lost in translation. Maybe in French, the term “Maxi” does not implicate feminine products at all.

Now, back to our mall trip, now that I’ve most definitely lost that last guy hanging on through this post.

I was in search of a new purse. I love my purse, but I’ve finally decided to jump a bit more into Mommyhood and combine carrying items. Now that Ali doesn’t need a large diaper bag (until we potty train, I guess) and doesn’t need a stroller when we are walking at the mall or other long distances, it has become a nuisance to carry my purse,

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AND her lunch/spare diaper bag,

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so I’ve been considering getting a purse big enough to put it all in one.

NO, this doesn’t mean I’m going to give in and get a minivan to go with my Mommy purse. I’m just trying to lessen the number of items that I have to carry around.

And I found the perfect one. It’s Franco Sarto, which I have always LOVED the design of their purses. And this one is nylon, so it’s easily wipeable/washable for sippy cup spills, AND it has two distinct compartments: one for me and one for Ali. AND lots of pockets and zippers:

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Yes, it’s loud, but I like loud purses, most of the time. Plus, when Ali saw the plain black one, she informed me authoritatively, “I don’t want to like that one.”

So, that’s it. A random meandering through frozen breastmilk, poorly named clothing, and Mommy purses. What? You didn’t expect cohesiveness, did you??