Actually, the husband did it but I’m not keeping score. We went shopping today – to buy something new. It was an intentional and premeditated purchase. What could make us stray from our hard-core Compact beliefs you ask?
(Okay, you already know they’re not that hard-core but ask anyway.)
We bought baseball cards.
What?
Yup, baseball cards. These weren’t just any old baseball cards though. (Or so I’m told, I really have no clue about these things.) We were buying a 2009 box set to be kept in its original plastic as a commemorative keepsake of Baby S’s birth year.

Apparently for any person who knows anything about baseball cards this is a big deal. I’m not that person. A friend gave Toddler L the same box set at his birth so husband thought it was only right to continue the tradition, Compact be damned. I was just along for the ride.
That’s not entirely true. I fully support any decision the husband makes regarding purchases, Compact or otherwise. I pretty much support him in most any decision, period. I’m just supporting like that.
I’m also a huge fan of traditions. So when husband said he wanted to continue a tradition started with our first son how could I say no? I think it’s sweet and sentimental. My husband is sweet and sentimental. Heck, he can buy anything he wants.
Oh, and I bought sunglasses at Target.
Living in Southern California sunglasses are a health and safety exception. I am certainly a safer driver when wearing them and my eyes have been hurting when I’m outside since my last pair broke. Or should I say, they completely fell apart after previously being broken by Toddler L. My spare pair is currently husband’s only pair as his last two pairs failed the Toddler L strength and durability testing.
But that’s another story.


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Wednesday, August 19, 2009 at 1:16 pm
Angela
Thanks for giving me a great rationalization for buying new sunglasses- mine are battered beyond belief. It IS a health and safety issue here, because I have extremely fair skin and a family history of skin cancer.
So that’s that.
I think the baseball cards idea is a great tradition. Unless of course one of your sons grows up to be a fan of the ballet instead. In which case, no biggie.
Saturday, August 22, 2009 at 12:55 pm
emma
Baseball cards?!? sigh. I just don’t understand. But I bet they’d make cool coasters.