The Good Mother

Ainsley even let ME sleep in today, despite the fact that Erin got up at her usual 5-something. To try and help the house stay quiet during Her Majesty’s morning nap, I took Ryan out to Target (which is getting increasingly difficult to go through with a 3-year-old, what with all the Christmas Stuff and Toys) and Lowe’s (ditto, lawn-mowing tractors). After a Subway lunch starring the new flatbread sandwiches (not recommended) and a nap, it was time to go to Gymboree for another squirt’s birthday-o-rama-fun-a-thon-a-romp-a-roo. ™
Seemed to be twice the kids (and parents) as the last one, so it was a little hectic. Ryan actually found more fun rummaging around by himself (with his Daddy and Sister), but was encouraged to join the fun when there were bubbles to dance in or pizza to eat. However, when they busted out Gymbo the Actual Clown, he was a little funny. Ryan wasn’t the only one put off by the tall skinny girl with the nose that kept falling off, as a few others were crying or running away from the orange curtain-wearing monster. It was like the e-trade commercial starring the baby on the web-cam who just made a killing and bought himself a clown but admitted that he had “underestimated the creepiness”.