LXXI: Kilty Baby, Vacuum Heaven

Don't worry, no babies were harmed in the writing of today's blog entry.

Ever since watching Timbits Hockey (aka the intermission of a Vancouver Canucks game), I've been noticing my newfound RaeRae/mommy-like tendencies to fawn at cute children. (When I say "mommy-like" I mean like my own mother. Not mothers in general. Though I'm sure that most mothers, if not all, also love to look at adorable kids.)

I always knew that my church seemed to house an eternal fountain of babies, but today, one particular baby caught my eye. Or rather, what this baby was wearing. I first noticed his parents when they came in late. They were dressed very formally, indicating that their son was probably getting baptized after mass today. The dad was wearing a kilt with a shirt and suit jacket. Then about twenty minutes later, I got a peek of the baby being held in his grandma's arms.

OMG. The baby was wearing almost the exact same clothes as his dad. He had a white shirt, formal vest, and a kilt! And little shiny black shoes! A KILT! Awwwwwwwwww... I wish I had gotten a picture of the baby so that you could admire him too, but this would not have been appropriate at all, especially since he was a few rows ahead of me and the priest was talking. And I rarely bring a camera around with me anyway.

Right: To allow you to appreciate the cuteness, I googled to find a random toddler wearing a kilt.

If Craigy and I were to get married, I would be his fourth wife (not a fan of that number), and our future child would also wear a kilt on special occasions. I won't hold my breath.

Later on, my dad and I decided with minimal reflection to buy a Dyson vacuum cleaner. I do most of the vacuuming around the house and have had my eyes set on one since I first saw the commercials a few years ago. Then Craigy started saying "the proper amount of suction" repetitively on his show (worth watching, he always is, even without my bias) and it reminded me of my dream housekeeping object.

Oh Dyson, you were worth every penny. The amount of dust you collected in two bedrooms was the same amount our old vacuum would get in the whole house. And you're so much quieter. You've made me actually enjoy vacuuming.

[In the product description: "Rides on a ball for greater manoeuvrability." HAHAHA!]