saturday in the (ball)park
i got another one of those helpful e-mails for new parents this week, full of fun articles about things like why my baby doesn't want to sit up yet. i don't know what they're talking about. my baby has been sitting on the shelf for four months and hasn't once tipped over.
in yesterday's mail i had a package from pampers, including a stage three diaper, a tropical-something scented wipe and a disposable bib. i suppose i could use the bib the next time i eat something with barbecue sauce, and an individually-packaged wipe is always handy, baby or no. but the diaper - it seems so pointless. which reminds me to ask - does anyone know if diapers have a shelf life? i had stocked up on them when they were on sale, and now i have, oh, several thousand of them around the house. i was going to donate them to a shelter, but i never got around to it, and to be honest i hope to use them before too long - provided they haven't expired.
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the drive-in was fabulous. it wasn't too hot, and the mosquitoes were mysteriously absent. maybe they sprayed. in which case, i probably inhaled so many chemicals that any children i produce now will have three heads.
we ate french fries with real fake cheese and watched charlie and the chocolate factory (nyeh - whatever - it was okay - kinda creepy for kids - nice visuals - poor plot), but we left before batman begins began (oooo, that's awkward). it was already midnight, and justin had to get up at seven today to golf with his brother and his brother's groomsmen.
later today, the whole bridal party and their significant others are going to an indians game complete with a catered picnic. i will be old enough to be the mother of one or two of the bridesmaids, but i promise i will have fun anyway. i will not let their youthful skin and non-existent hips and ability to have low risk pregnancies get me down. power to the thirty-somethings!
in yesterday's mail i had a package from pampers, including a stage three diaper, a tropical-something scented wipe and a disposable bib. i suppose i could use the bib the next time i eat something with barbecue sauce, and an individually-packaged wipe is always handy, baby or no. but the diaper - it seems so pointless. which reminds me to ask - does anyone know if diapers have a shelf life? i had stocked up on them when they were on sale, and now i have, oh, several thousand of them around the house. i was going to donate them to a shelter, but i never got around to it, and to be honest i hope to use them before too long - provided they haven't expired.
*****
the drive-in was fabulous. it wasn't too hot, and the mosquitoes were mysteriously absent. maybe they sprayed. in which case, i probably inhaled so many chemicals that any children i produce now will have three heads.
we ate french fries with real fake cheese and watched charlie and the chocolate factory (nyeh - whatever - it was okay - kinda creepy for kids - nice visuals - poor plot), but we left before batman begins began (oooo, that's awkward). it was already midnight, and justin had to get up at seven today to golf with his brother and his brother's groomsmen.
later today, the whole bridal party and their significant others are going to an indians game complete with a catered picnic. i will be old enough to be the mother of one or two of the bridesmaids, but i promise i will have fun anyway. i will not let their youthful skin and non-existent hips and ability to have low risk pregnancies get me down. power to the thirty-somethings!
posted by laura at 9:18 AM
6 Comments:
I hate Pampers...they refuse to give up. Leave me the f@*! alone already! (sorry...a bit of anger there...though I did appreciate your humor about the situation).
Have fun at the ballpark. I keep telling Steve we should go at least once this season...but it's quite a trek from out here in the boonies and we never seem to be "in the mood."
Oh...and I don't know about the diapers. I can't imagine there's anything in them to expire...they last forever in landfills, right?
catherine - David Hansen does a brilliant bit about Gerbers' refusal to give up and stop sending goods after Calvins death, in I Hate This.
Freakin' poignant and funny, if it weren't so bloody true.
Oh God Pampers was STILL sending me stuff right up until we moved. Two freaking years and I was still getting samples. I don't think I ever tried to find out how to get off their mailing list, but I got off the Enfamil one and Similac ones real quick. The ones that were the worst for me was the day we got home from the hospital without Caleb, there was a nice big can of Enfamil on our front porch. Gee thanks. And of course on the 5th of each month (Caleb was born January 5th) I was greeted by a nice new American Baby magazine. They all went straight in the trash. I wouldn't even look at them. I would focus on the ground or something, and toss the magazine in the outside trash.
I don't think diapers expire either. I would hold onto them if you don't really despise the fact that they are there.
Glad you had a good time last night!
This happened to us too. Even after multiple calls saying "please take us off your mailing list my baby is dead" calls we still get these painful reminders. I hate these retched companies and their lack of humanity.
Disposable diapers could probably survive a nuclear war. If you want to keep them you are most likely safe to do so.
I know they've all heard it before, but theser fuckers are so keen on telling all of us how our children should be progressing, what they should be eating and most importantly, which of their products they should be consuming - it would only be fair of each and every one of us, perhaps as a group, to send them a photo/scrap book of our children 'enjoying' their products.
It may seem morbid, to parents of living babies, and those that profit grossly at their existance, but hey, maybe a picture of Hans' box sitting next to a can of Enfamil, or wearing a diaper, or sitting ontop of an edition of American Baby would get the point across. Goodness knows, the phone calls haven't sunk in.
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