Who says kids don't notice advertising?

So our girl got sick her first full week of school. Not terribly surprising though still a bummer. Just a little cold and fever. And upset tummy.

I ran out and bought some soup. The brand shall remain nameless but I used to work on it. Specifically, the exact type of soup that I purchased.

A. inspected the can carefully. I asked her if she wanted some.

A: No! Because the boy turned gray.

Me: What?

A: The boy ate the soup and turned gray. I don't want to be gray.

Me: What are you talking about?

A. points at the can of soup. There is a black and white cartoon drawing of a boy on it. Technically, I guess you could call him gray but he's really black and white. This is beside the point.

The funny part is, the boy is part of a campaign I was responsible for. The campaign is no longer running and A. was most certainly not the target market. Still, it was a little startling to realize how literal a three-year-old could be.

Me: You won't turn gray. It's just like a picture. You know. Like in a book. Just pretend.

She wasn't buying it.

By the end of the day, she felt better. But she insisted on chicken fingers for dinner. And since it's the first food she requested in about three days, that's what she had. We'll save the advertising lesson for another day.

How you know it's time to get out of the city

Not for good, of course, since I have a fear of the suburbs. One I will have to get over eventually but not any time soon.

So we decided to go away for a few days last week. Mostly because we had never done it before, just husband, A and myself. Unless you count visiting relatives, which is not the same as staying in a hotel together.

First sign it was time to get out of the city? A says "is this car service?" I say, "no, honey...your daddy's driving." This is very funny news to her. She says "my daddy's a driver."

After a slightly minor melt-down in the car, she fell asleep. All seemed well when we arrived at the hotel. She thought it was very cool place to be, complete with a "special bed." And even more special, real phones.

"Mama, what's this?"

"It's a phone."

She eyed the large black box suspiciously but picked up the receiver. "I need to call someone."

And so we let her. Seemed like a great way to occupy her until the phone actually rang.

"This is the front desk. Someone called 911?"

"Ugh...really?"

"Yes."

"It was probably our daughter. Sorry about that."

"Well, the police might come. We'll call them but if they are on their way..."

We unplug the phone.

Then we go to the aquarium. A fun time is had by all. She touches rays, crabs, birds, etc. We swim. We eat a lot of fried things and ice cream. A swims in a pool. We go to a beach where we are basically the only ones there. We go on a few boat rides up and down the Mystic River. We decide Mystic Seaport (the attraction itself) is like Epcot...good idea in theory, not so much in execution. Cute town. Seaport, eh.

And we go to Target because we love it there and could possibly live in one forever, given the chance.

On the way home, A. says "I like our car."

"We're giving it back."

And she looks at it sadly but only for a minute.

"Can I ride the train tomorrow?"

Why This Isn't Pretty

By this, I mean...this. My bloggy blog.

Yes, I know it could look better. It could have a nicer layout. Be better organized. Include pictures, even.

Overall the whole thing could be more appetizing. I say this because I work in advertising. So I know the importance of appealing to people's visual sensibilities, even if they claim not to have any.

But. I. Don't. Care.

Unlike most things in the world, this bloggy blog is about words. And that's it.

And yes, I know that presenting this to the world in this fashion may be the equivalent of walking out of the house without my undereye cover-up and lipgloss on but ya know? Whatever.

You're reading this, right? Can't be that bad.

And since The Bachelor is on hiatus until January...chances are you'll be hearing mostly about me for the next six months.

It'll be fun. But it won't be pretty.

In case you're wondering...

and you're probably not. But I was.

The new Bachelor show premieres on January 4th. Yes, that's what I said. January. And they claim they don't know who the new Bachelor is. So...get in your applications now...

Happy last day of August...

Birthday People

You know how for some people birthdays are like, no big deal? Just another day of the week.

Yeah. I'm totally not one of those.

I've always been glad that my birthday is usually on/close to Thanksgiving because I firmly believe no one should work on my big day. Certainly not me.

So when our girl was born in August, I was happy for her. Birthdays filled with sunshine and no school. Of course, it might be an eensy-weensy bit humid. But still. Birthday parties in the park or in a pool (if we ever have one..they don't fit too well on Brooklyn rooftops) seemed guaranteed for her future.

Only...August is when lots of people want to skip town. Sort of a farewell to summer type thing. A last hurrah, if you will. Lots of A's little buddies will be on vacation and unable to attend. Which makes me sad.

And then there are those pesky hurricanes.

Why are hurricanes a problem if you don't live in say, New Orleans or Florida? Because eventually those hurricanes move north...usually in the form of big tropical depressions. And right now, as we speak...Hurricane Bill is getting itself all frothed up in the Atlantic, heading for Bermuda. Which isn't that terribly far from us.

Does this mean that A's party is destined to be in our little apartment? Stay tuned. Of course, this will mean less schlepping for us. But still. I think our girl deserves a sunshine day. As an August baby, it's her birthright.

Birthday Person that I am, I'm checking weather.com like a madwoman. Is once an hour considered excessive?

I'm taking a poll. When's the best month or birthdays? The worst?

I know I said I'd stop talking about the Bachelorette...

but these people just will not stay out of the news! According to Us Weekly, all the guys said Ed was a tool. See for yourself:

http://www.usmagazine.com/news/castmates-ed-talked-about-having-a-girlfriend-on-bachelorette-set-2009118


Two Bachelorette covers in two weeks! At least it's better than hearing about John and Kate again.

Bachelorette Winner Cheated With Two Different Women

Bachelorette Winner Cheated With Two Different Women

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