my name is carlia and i'm a shopaholic.
usually B is able to keep me on track when we go to various stores, but in this situation he only enables, if not encourages me! he keeps telling me not to buy anymore clothes for the baby, but when he goes to the store with me, he's right there picking things out, too.
a couple of weeks ago we stopped at target to grab a couple of little things (non-baby related), but somehow we wound up on the baby section. (weird how that happens, like a magnet is practically dragging me toward it.) the first thing he said to me was, "we're only looking. we are not buying any baby clothes." i agreed without complaint, knowing just how full our containers of baby clothes are getting.
anyway, there we are, innocently looking around, our shopping cart bare, just like we planned. i picked up an adorable little onesie and showed it to B. we smiled and said how cute it was then i put it back on the rack. i turned my back on him for just a moment to look at something else and when i turned back around he had put it and a striped sleeper in the cart! that stinker! he was supposed to be my voice of reason, my rock, my stalwart partner... turns out, he's just a big push-over. this little guy has him wrapped around his finger and he's not even out of the womb yet.
it's clear who will be wearing the pants in this family and i doubt it will be either of us!