I was strolling through Target the other day with both of my daughters in tow. Lily and I go there a lot. So much in fact, that when she sees it, she get’s excitited and and claps. I haven’t really taken Bella there except for with Jenefer. The other day was the first time I took both girls out by myself. I’m sure people laugh at me too, holding a two year old on one hip and a carseat on the other trying to get in and out of the car. I think I’ve mastered the art though.

When we were in Target as I passed by the toy section I realized one thing. Jenefer and I aren’t planning on having anymore children. We are pretty set with two. So, as I looked at My Little Ponies and baby dolls with Lily I realized I won’t ever get to buy boy toys for a little guy. Of course that didn’t stop me from looking. Of course those of you that are reading this and have known me forever would know that having a boy or not, would never stop me from buying toys. While I don’t decorate my desk with G.I. Joes anymore and my office isn’t a museum of Star Wars (more like Jimmy Buffett), I do still have cases of toys buried throughout the house. I’ve got G.I. Joes sitting in the basement. The Star Wars figures are in my office closet. Lily actually plays with some of my Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles and my yellow Voltron cat. The realization was that, now, I’m stuck in a Barbie dream house. Pretty Pink Princesses and Care Bears all around. At that I struck a deal with Jenefer. I told her every now and then, she’s going to have to let me buy some toys of my own…

I bought Snake Eyes, Lily got little Barbies, Bella snored through the whole store. I guess I am a Toys ‘R’ Us kid at heart.