Admitting Defeat

There have only been a few moments that really rocked my world; sleeping with my brand-new husband on my in-laws sofa bed the day after our honeymoon, the plus-sign appearing on the pee stick, holding Grayson's hand as the anesthesiologist counted him down from ten.

Well, the short list grew by one today -- I bought a hot glue gun. I drive a minivan, and now I own a hot glue gun. When did I get old? What's next? The 54-cup coffee urn?

This life crisis, like the others before it, does end with tangible results. Two days of concentrated effort, one box of Lucky Charms, and lots of hot glue sticks helped Grayson to produce a Leprechaun trap so green and shiny that no wee little man will be able to resist its allure. (Even if the rainbow was forced to end a bit prematurely after Lucie ate the yellow marker.)

The outside may say old lady these days, but the inside is pure child-like imagination.

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Unknown said…

I knew you'd give in someday. I almost bought you one for Christmas, but decided that I didn't want to insult your sense of self. Congratulations, and welcome to Martha Stewart Living.

March 12, 2008 at 7:16 PM

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