Saturday, October 09, 2004
Can we register for a new house?
Last night Brett and I went to Target and signed up for the baby registry. The first awkward moment happened when the 21-year-old girl behind the guest services counter handed us the "Club Wedd" packet. We explained that we were there to register for a baby--not a wedding! She replied, "Oh, sorry. You didn't look like it." Then, while Brett and I were squatting on the floor in the bottle section deciding which type of nipple our 9-12 month old baby girl might like to suck, a man asked us for help. He thought we were Target employees doing inventory because we were obviously not pregnant and were chcking off items from a list and scanning them with some sort of hand held laser device. We managed to accomplish a lot and I appreciated Brett's patience when I made him take two car seats off the counter and put them on the floor for inspection (we couldn't decide--so we're going to look for a car seat at Babies R Us). As we sipped margaritas at Chili's later that evening, we came to the conclusion that we weren't just bringing home a baby...we were bringing home a crib, a play pen (now, in today's politically correct world, called a "play yard"--whatever!), a high chair, a baby monitor, a car seat, an activity station, a bathtub, a Diaper Genie, etc. Then, after another margarita, we thought we may need a bigger house! We're going to look (just look) in Arlington this afternoon (after a trip to Babies R Us).
# posted by JDonnals : 11:49 AM
