Thursday, September 3, 2009

Trixie's Tricks

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About three months ago I bought a new pair of sandals on sale at Anthropologie and when Alden and I were standing at the register he grunted, "You better wear them." That struck me as a twee bit condescending. Did he think that since, at the time, he was the only one working outside the home that he got to be snippy about me spending money? It irked me, so since that day I have literally -- honest to god and truly -- worn those sandals Every. Single. Day. I can't wait until he has to take me to his company Christmas party wearing them. Asshole.

I mention this only because it means that if I am to pass off the aforementioned sandals as professional attire when I teach college I better keep my piggies groomed and thus spend even more money frivolously. (It makes sense to me, but also it's like a bajillion degrees here so open-toed sandals are actually pretty practical.) So yesterday I lugged a cranky Bea along with me to get a pedicure. No sooner had we walked than Bea turned on the star power and amassed a crowd of five women fawning over her in Vietnamese. Seriously, they all but begged for her autograph. I never thought of myself as an attention person, but MAN! I love it when Bea draws an audience.

Earlier in the day yesterday, Bea and I dropped by the Pump Station (I can't believe I'm linking to a site that says "Viewers of the Doctors welcome!" on it's homepage) to buy crap and get advice to fuel my whole breastpumping at work endeavor. There too Bea had all the women in her spell too and they see babies all day long. After a day at home being Fussbudget McClure, she greeted her public with an alarming enthusiasm.

Then today I finally dragged the Countess of Cuteness into the doctor's office to make sure her cold wasn't worse than it seemed and all the nurses fawned over her. I am INSANELY, IRRATIONALLY proud of her. I never meant to have this much ego invested in my little Lady Lump, but there you have it. All I want for Christmas is "OMG! Yr baby is effin cute!" comments on Facebook. I just can't help myself. This is sick, right? I mean how far away am I from Toddlers and Tiaras? Can I be saved? Or should I just start calling her "Trixie" now?

jjk

12 comments:

Bobbi Janay said...

It is funny that you referenced T&T cause as I was reading it I was going to say something about you ending up on the show if you didn't watch out. Ian does the same turn on the charm trick.

Maggie May said...

i cannot bring myself to go into the anthropologie around here. i am afraid i'd spend my children's school money!

The Red Fantastic said...

You should be proud of Bea! I feel the same way about Ava and I figure I might as well enjoy it. I mean, if everyone else is fawning over her, I can't be wrong, right? I've sent out links to Bea on Flickr to tons of people and they're also all about her but also say "so who is this?" in a way that sounds like "why do you care so much about this baby on the internet?"

Because she kicks ass, that's why.

Elly said...

Ha! I love your attitude, Alden says one possibly snide off hand comment and you totally showed him! :P And hurrah for having pretty toes, it always makes me feel better when I've had a pedicure. :)

Ysabel said...

I haven't even read past the first paragraph and I already love this post...

ps. Not related in any way shape or form: Do you remember Robin Kraft from SRHS band? Several years ago he had this French actress girlfriend named Magali and I went with them to go watch "LOTR: Return of the King" in Santa Rosa and that little pretentious hussy walked out of the movie because it was below her snooty French standards! Ridic. Anyway, my security word for this comment is "magali" so I thought I'd share.

Ysabel said...

Also: I was going to comment on your post yesterday "OMG has anyone told you lately how gorgeous your baby is?" (totally facetiously of course as I'm sure you're told that multiple times a day). But then I thought you might be tired of comments like that. Clearly, I am not a mother yet. But now that I read this post, I know better. :) Bea is FRICKIN' ADORABLE!

JJ Keith said...

RF, I'm a little obsessed with Baby Fantastics incredible arm rolls. Everyone should look in awe at the majesty of her crazy cute blugger suit: http://www.flickr.com/photos/theredfantastic/. I can't wait to meet her.

Thanks everyone for rewarding my overblown ego with more accolades. :-) Just call me Mama Rose.

And Yzzie, Magali can suck it. That movie was incredible.

Rosanna =) said...

Was at Anthropologie yesterday and made a new role for myself...only go to the sale section. Need to be mindful on my mat. leave budget!

Bea would totally sweep up all the prizes on T&T! With that backwards crawl for the talent portion? Winner!

BTW, your baby IS eff'n cute!! with a capital F!

JJ Keith said...

BTW -- above I meant "blubber" suit. Got my head all confused by blogger. D'oh.

And Rosanna -- Except under extraordinary circumstances I have a firm Sale-Only policy at Anthropologie. The few times I've strayed, I've bitterly regretted it. And hey, Fin is pretty spectacular Rosanna. I await his every fashion friday with baited breath. :-)

Gloria S said...

1. Those sandals are effin cute! Alden should have been grateful that they were the only thing you bought at Anthropologie. I actually shield my vision with my hands when I walk by the store at The Grove so I won't go in and spend spend spend.

2. Bea is effin cute! Though it seems like she's more to blame for your pride, given that she obviously puts on a show for the public and is only cranky for you. When in doubt, blame the baby. Sage advice from the child-less...

JJ Keith said...

Actually Gloria, that is sage advice. Ive never been one to draw a crowd and thus have always been able to keep my ego in check. But Bea! She pulls people out of the wood work. I now know how to say "girl baby, seven months" in five languages.

Janefilms said...

I have been known to fawn over that child. I fawn, I kevetch and I adore and yet I have my own ahdorable child to admire but nope. I'm watching yours.