tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995876652383238082.post6115798560911905593..comments2023-08-28T05:35:23.205-07:00Comments on Crabmommy: Crib EnvyCrabmommyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06167006707545335140noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995876652383238082.post-24099790492584866272007-02-25T12:17:00.000-08:002007-02-25T12:17:00.000-08:00Grunnio, you crack me up. Frozen taquitos from Cos...Grunnio, you crack me up. Frozen taquitos from Costco three times a week...this is the other side of the Stokke abyss, I suppose, where one resents the furniture precisely for promising prosperity...a false start. Thanks for making me feel better about the Eddie Bauer.Crabmommyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06167006707545335140noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995876652383238082.post-26850638278193384282007-02-16T17:05:00.000-08:002007-02-16T17:05:00.000-08:00Eddie Bauer makes high chairs? How quaint!Eddie Bauer makes high chairs? How quaint!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3995876652383238082.post-82697375028831501862007-02-10T05:24:00.000-08:002007-02-10T05:24:00.000-08:00"Kids don't need money, they just need love"? Wow...."Kids don't need money, they just need love"? Wow. Just wow. That's like the thirtysomething NYC lady-who-lunch friend of a friend who, hearing us (circa 2005) allude to wishing we could buy a house and settle down, was all "Oh! (claps hands like %$#@! Tinkerbell) Househunting is so fun!" They've got the the clue-supply hose pinched off under all their bags of Uncle Scrooge cash, I swear ...<BR/><BR/>So here's a confession: before we had our (hauntingly refined and beautiful, as drawn from the figures of Mackintosh or the lines of a Yeats poem) kid, under mother-in-lawful influence, we actually bought that fucking Stokke crib ... and now, seven months in, we're eating frozen taquitos from Costco for dinner three times a week. I curse every time I see that thing. It sits there screaming "illusion" and "malinvestment." There's a Stokke crib over the gate of Tophet in Pilgrim's Progress. Seriously, it's not the one-working-parent prosperity of the sixties anymore, where dad's home at five to take over baby duty on top of everything else. M-in-law may not have been able to make the adjustment, but we've certainly done so in a hurry. It's just boggling what it costs to raise a child today.grunnio corocottahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14282955817890742526noreply@blogger.com