Wish I Had a Camera

Had two back-to-back showings for the house this evening. The first was during dinner, when we took the babes to the Galleria. Carmen called it the "'ria." There isn't a word she doesn't try to say. Having her around is like having a pet parrot.

We had already been to the Galleria this morning, but they didn't mind going again. This morning the cosmetics counter staff at Neiman Marcus gave Carmen her own little NM bag with a sample of Guerlain's new fragrance, Insolence. "Girl!" Carmen said and signed when she looked at the folded card holding the eau de toilete, and then proceeded to play with the card and perfume for the next several minutes. The staff twirled Carmen's hair and wiped David's nose with a Bobbi Brown tissue when he cried (because Carmen cried, and she cried because she wanted to walk around and touch everything on the display shelves). I couldn't believe it. I have walked through Neiman Marcus (usually on the way to and from getting my hair cut) at least 300 times and I have never been presented with a sample of perfume, and I have maybe been spritzed only once. Ever.

We spent the first part of this evening playing and then eating dinner in the Macy's wing. No samples from Macy's, although we did have a delicious dinner, and Carmen got to show Matt that she knows how to say and sign octupus and fire truck (sign and say firefighter, say truck, and then most importantly, wail like a siren).

David has been feeling like a Velcro-baby lately, always wanting to be stuck to Mama unless we're out of the house and he's too distracted to miss me very much. He had no symptoms of Velcro-ness at all this evening during the second showing of the house, when he climbed the ten-foot big-kid swirly slide at the school playground and slid back down, fast and slippery like the Olympic luge. I wished I had a camera to capture that ear-to-ear, blissfully happy smile. I'll have to make sure he can slide again.

Carmen was partner-dancing with my mother this afternoon and David can do all the movements to Itsy Bitsy Spider. It's time to start pushing our Wee Folklorico project along. We talk to someone this month.