Andy bought me exactly what I requested for Christmas, a gift certificate to Victoria’s Secret. As I spent hours each day over Christmas break trying to unclog the duct from hell, I looked forward to that day when I would be able to spend my gift certificate. Three hundred dollars would buy me pretty new bras that had not been repeatedly stained by breast milk and panties that were not stretched out to pregnancy sizes. But I knew it would be awhile. My goal was to nurse Eloise until she was a year old and I tend to over-deliver on goals. Yes, the gift certificate was going to sit idle for many moons before it would be spent.
Now Andy is the type of guy who gives me my Christmas present in November. The minute a package arrives at our house with his name on it, he eagerly rips it open, even if he knows what is inside. I, on the other hand, leave packages unopened until I need the item inside or I become fed up with clutter and need for the item to find a home. So the fact that I left the Victoria’s Secret gift certificate sitting there for six months led to many questions.
“When are you going to spend that gift certificate?”
“When I have been finished breast feeding for at least two weeks so I know what my new size will be.”
“You better spend that gift certificate or you are going to forget about it and it will get lost.”
“Just leave it in the cubby. If nobody moves it, it will still be there when I am finished breastfeeding and I know what my new size will be.”
It has now been over two weeks since I weaned Eloise and I decided today was the day to indulge in some new unmentionables. When Belén found out I was going to the mall, she ditched her plans to join her father and sister to Costco and decided to accompany me instead. She apparently misinterpreted the exact mission of the trip and was eagerly talking from her car seat in the backseat about how she was going to try on new underwear. Rather than correct her, we took a detour through Kohl’s and found a package of six My Little Pony panties before we moved onto VS. This turned out to be a genius parenting move that I stumbled upon. While I was busy working with the VS attendant, figuring out my current bra size and finding styles I liked, Belén tried on each of her new pairs of panties over the ones she was already wearing, asking me the name of the pony on each as she modeled them in front of the mirror. When she had finished trying on all six pairs, she decided to try them on again. She made it half way through the second round before I had figured out what I wanted to buy and was ready to go pick out colors.
After Victoria’s Secret, we hit the Bobbi Brown counter because I was almost out of cream shadow which I cannot go long without. When I don’t wear the amazing cream shadow under my powder eye shadow, the powder eye shadow makes a mass exodus from the majority of my eyelid and congregates in a thick line in the crease above my eyelid. Belén was very patient while the Bobbi Brown make-up artist showed me how I might achieve a certain eye makeup look I am fond of. She was rewarded by having some lip gloss applied to her lips. Belén was very proud of her new tinted, glossy lips, the color of her toenail polish.
Throughout the entire outing, I kept catching myself staring at her fondly, noticing what a little girl she has become. She is now trying on panties and selecting lip gloss colors, can this really be?
Yes, today was a special treat. Not only do I have new bras that will never touch breast milk and underwear that won’t put their elastic to the test (let’s hope not!), but I witnessed my daughter evolving right before my eyes and even got a glimpse of what the future might hold.
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