Friday, August 3, 2007

Lady, Stay Out of My Baby Pool!

Lady, seriously now.

Haven't you endured enough scrapes and brusies when you took part in Filene's Basement's annual 'Running of the Brides' stampede? You remember, when you lined up outside the store 12 hours before the 7am store opening on the annual Wedding Dress Sale.

And then on those cold Friday mornings the day after Thanksgiving when you stood in line at 3am in order to get that season's Cabbage Patch, Tickle Me Elmo doll or whatever was the hottest must-have item of the season. You may have even lost a shoe in the crush to get into the store.

In any case, get it out of your mind that you, me and other adoptive parents are going to be lining up outside of the babyhouse before they open for the day and sprinting inside to grab a child. It's not like in the picture above. It doesn't work that way.

So just relax about the fact that we are both looking to adopt a girl between the ages of 18 months to 2 years. There's no need for you to change your criteria because, as you eloquently put it, 'the pool was getting crowded.'

By the way, if we did have to line up outside the gate of the babyhouse, you can betcha sweet ass that I'll be the guy in the blue shirt in the front in the picture above.

3 comments:

Sarah and Tim said...

OMG, where did you get that picture! It looks like an totally insane moment where I'm from when a school system put iBooks up for surplus sale. People literally pushed moms with strollers down to get the dang things. Wake up, people!

Anonymous said...

the picture is great, but please please tell me someone has not actually said these things!! We are all hoping to meet "our" children as soon as possible. I cannot possibly imagine that I would not be truly happy for someone else who is able to finally bring their child home. As always, I so enjoy your posts

hazel said...

'the pool was getting crowded.'

FOR REAL???

Then the woman who said that would be either the lady in the white shirt, sitting on her ass or the one in green, on her way down.

Some people have no notion.