Black Friday and the T word.

Black Friday shopping catches a lot of flack.  Half of the people sitting in their homes are judging 100% of the people in the stores, sarcastically mocking the irony between thankfulness and greed.

Here’s the thing: Yesterday morning, I spent just under $190 shopping for gifts for eight people.  I saved $245.  The store in which I made my purchases is a nonprofit and everything they make goes toward world wide missions and orphanages and services.  Pretty cool, huh?

The shopping is hardly about greed for me, but instead about wanting to be generous towards the people that I love.  Buying a twenty dollar DVD for three bucks means that I can be more generous to more people with the money that I have left over.  That, or pay my mortgage.

Okay, but then there’s the matter of the bedsheets…

Perhaps this is less noble… and more rich American of me…

When Brian and I got a king size bed to fit us and the dogs, we never got but one set of bedsheets.  That’s all fine and good until your sheets are still in the washer because you forgot them and now it’s time to go to bed.  Eventually you wind up sleeping on the couch because you’re too tired to wait for the sheets to dry, etc.

But Macy’s had king size bed sheet sets for thirty bucks that were typically $150.  I mean… I can’t even get that at Target, so I figured it was worth a shot.  In spite of the packed aisles, I was in and out in no time, chit-chatting with the woman in line behind me about babies since both of ours were at home.

And on that note, I hear that I don’t have a baby anymore.  I hear that I have a toddler.  Do you know anything about this?  What makes a baby a baby?  What makes a toddler a toddler?  It seems too soon, this word toddler.  The babe is still nursing for cryin’ out loud!  Granted, it IS mostly for comfort and a precursor to sleeping…  And, yes, yesterday he DID insist on nursing while firmly grasping a calculator, pushing each and every button the entire time…

So maybe I just answered my own question.

But he’ll always be my baby just as Esther will always be my puppy.


  1. November 30, 2013

    Sounds like you have a toddler to me. It’s easier to tell when you have a Big Boy. That’s when you call him a baby and he vocally objects.

  2. November 30, 2013

    Very true. Even when he is forty! Being your baby does not then mean you will treat him as such. It’s just a fact of life! His place in your world. No one and nothing can usurp this niche.

  3. December 5, 2013
    Aunt Manny

    Toddler? Hmmm. I thought that came at 2 years of age. Eh, what do I know? I’m out of the baby loop.

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