My Thoughts on "80's Retro"

Overall I pretty much hate 80's styles. Back in high school when 70's styles were "coming back in" I would comment, "that's cool, but let's hope the 80's never come back." And then guess what, they did. For the past year or so I've be having to look at neon-plastic jewelery and oversized shirts all the while thinking that once again, people look stupid (**to all of you who embrace the return of 80's style, I apologize, I love you, you're awesome, but I most likely think you look ridiculous.)

There's my rant. Now, I have to make my one exception. BABY CLOTHES! I am in love with 80's stuff in baby clothes! Baby J is now the proud owner of leg warmers and a romper! I have to admit, her daddy thinks she looks ridiculous in the leg warmers, but I think they are awesome. Plus, the leg warmers are so practical because you can easily change her diaper without having to pull pants off all the time.

Now, I don't want any of you to think that this means I will be attending your next "80's party" decked out in acid washed jeans and frizzy big hair. But for my baby, I'm having fun dressing her up.

HellloooOOOO!

I don't know if any of you watch "The Daily Show." If you do, you know John Stewart's impression of the Queen of England. For those of you who don't, think of a stereotypical old British woman's accent. Then say the word "hello" in a high pitched voice and draw out the "o" sound.

Well, "The Daily Show" is a staple in the Walker household. We quite enjoy poking fun at world events. Over the last weekend, James took to saying "hello" to Baby J. She was kind of into it this weekend. As it turns out, I've adopted the practice over this week while James is in Atlanta for work. She LOVES it now. It doesn't matter if she's happy or sad, if I impersonate John Stewart impersonating the Queen of England, her little toothless grin just pops out. It's pretty awesome.

I know this is crazy, but...

Ok, don't get me wrong, I'm very happy to not be pregnant anymore. But for some reason I've noticed a lot more pregnant women in the last month than I ever remembered seeing when I, too, was pregnant. It's when I see a pregnant woman that I realize, I'm no longer the special person who all of human society looks out for. If I run to the store without Baby J, I no longer have a special parking spot. When people see me without Baby J they have no reason to think of me as any more special than the next person they will meet. (which by the way, then means they just think I'm always carry the extra 30#s around). I don't miss being pregnant, but I kind of miss being special...