Has everyone seen that Pediasure commercial where the little girl is telling her mom that she doesn't like everything that her mother puts in the cart?
And while we are talking about Pediasure has anyone been dumb enough to actually buy the stuff? Don't be offended that I am calling you dumb-I bought a huge case at Sams when Laura Grace was a toddler. I went home triumphant, ecstatic and oh so confident that I deserved the Mommy Of The Year award. I was a nutritionist, I was a genius, I was so beyond my finicky eater...
And then she spit out the first sip. Into my face. Screaming that it was medicine.
I took a drink and spit it out also-just back into the can.
Anyway, back to that little girl with her mother.
WAIT-I have one more thing to say about the commercial. Has anyone other than me noticed that moms in commercials all look the same? That they are ALL wearing khakis and a cardigan sweater with a shirt underneath OR a button up blouse with a shirt underneath!?!? It is like the commercial uniform. Once, just once, I would like them to show a mom in a sweatshirt and jeans. That is MY Walmart uniform.
According to What Not To Wear and Tim Gunn, Mom's everywhere are humiliating their children by wearing said sweatshirts and khaki uniforms. Apparently,we should be wearing cute dresses and heels to the supermarket. The blond guy on What Not To Wear said that mom's everywhere are doing a disservice to themselves by not dressing like everyday as if they have a hot date. He told one mom that a leather jacket paired with a turtleneck sweater, dress slacks and cute heels made the perfect errand day ensemble.
I would have given ANYTHING for the woman to ask how she was supposed to breastfeed in that outfit, if spit up goes well with leather, if the three year old would remember that Mommy is wearing leather and a sweater that hides NOTHING before wiping his sticky hands all over her, and finally, how would one go about chasing the five year old in the parking lot while wearing heels?
Just curious.
Back to Walmart. And the little girl in pigtails that likes chemicals pretending to be milk.
Layton has turned into that child. We went to Walmart today and EVERYTHING I put into the cart he turned his nose up at.
"Don't like it."
"That's yucky."
"Gross!"
Sigh.
Walmart is a level of hell when you have children. All of you know this, I am preaching to the choir here. Don't get me wrong, I feel a rush of euphoria everytime I enter the huge montrosity that promises I can find sixty varieties of shampoo, thousands of brands of cereal, and all of the lipstick and eyeshadow a girl could possibly want. My money starts burning a hole in my pocket and my stomach starts growling all at once.
As well as my children's stomachs. Mysteriously, even though Layton has had THREE bowls of Cheerios he is suddenly famished. Laura Grace even manages to go pale and shaky as she claims that she is so hungry she is going to die. Oh, and by the way she has to go potty.
In the potty Layton is undoubtedly going to stick his hand into the toilet, lick the wall, and poop in his diaper. When we finally leave Laura Grace will soak herself getting a drink from the water fountain.
After pottying, we hit the bananas and string cheese. They devour it like locusts and I remain firm on NO MORE SNACKS while they beg for more. Then they see the toys and the books and the shoes and the cute underwear and the....
You would think that since I NEVER give in they would have learned by now that Mommy is NOT GOING TO BUY THE LIGHT UP MY LITTLE PONY PANTIES.
But they haven't learned it yet so I am still waiting for the whole consistency thing to kick in.
By the time we finish shopping (it takes about two hours on average) my nerves are shot, my jaw aches from gritting my teeth so I don't snap at the millionth question, and the kids are happy. Because for some strange reason they love shopping with me. Just ask them. Laura Grace told the cashier once that her Mommy is the bestest person to go to Walmart with.
I guess that is my Mommy of the Year award!
Article From :http://lauragracesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-on-pediasure-fashion-and.html
And while we are talking about Pediasure has anyone been dumb enough to actually buy the stuff? Don't be offended that I am calling you dumb-I bought a huge case at Sams when Laura Grace was a toddler. I went home triumphant, ecstatic and oh so confident that I deserved the Mommy Of The Year award. I was a nutritionist, I was a genius, I was so beyond my finicky eater...
And then she spit out the first sip. Into my face. Screaming that it was medicine.
I took a drink and spit it out also-just back into the can.
Anyway, back to that little girl with her mother.
WAIT-I have one more thing to say about the commercial. Has anyone other than me noticed that moms in commercials all look the same? That they are ALL wearing khakis and a cardigan sweater with a shirt underneath OR a button up blouse with a shirt underneath!?!? It is like the commercial uniform. Once, just once, I would like them to show a mom in a sweatshirt and jeans. That is MY Walmart uniform.
According to What Not To Wear and Tim Gunn, Mom's everywhere are humiliating their children by wearing said sweatshirts and khaki uniforms. Apparently,we should be wearing cute dresses and heels to the supermarket. The blond guy on What Not To Wear said that mom's everywhere are doing a disservice to themselves by not dressing like everyday as if they have a hot date. He told one mom that a leather jacket paired with a turtleneck sweater, dress slacks and cute heels made the perfect errand day ensemble.
I would have given ANYTHING for the woman to ask how she was supposed to breastfeed in that outfit, if spit up goes well with leather, if the three year old would remember that Mommy is wearing leather and a sweater that hides NOTHING before wiping his sticky hands all over her, and finally, how would one go about chasing the five year old in the parking lot while wearing heels?
Just curious.
Back to Walmart. And the little girl in pigtails that likes chemicals pretending to be milk.
Layton has turned into that child. We went to Walmart today and EVERYTHING I put into the cart he turned his nose up at.
"Don't like it."
"That's yucky."
"Gross!"
Sigh.
Walmart is a level of hell when you have children. All of you know this, I am preaching to the choir here. Don't get me wrong, I feel a rush of euphoria everytime I enter the huge montrosity that promises I can find sixty varieties of shampoo, thousands of brands of cereal, and all of the lipstick and eyeshadow a girl could possibly want. My money starts burning a hole in my pocket and my stomach starts growling all at once.
As well as my children's stomachs. Mysteriously, even though Layton has had THREE bowls of Cheerios he is suddenly famished. Laura Grace even manages to go pale and shaky as she claims that she is so hungry she is going to die. Oh, and by the way she has to go potty.
In the potty Layton is undoubtedly going to stick his hand into the toilet, lick the wall, and poop in his diaper. When we finally leave Laura Grace will soak herself getting a drink from the water fountain.
After pottying, we hit the bananas and string cheese. They devour it like locusts and I remain firm on NO MORE SNACKS while they beg for more. Then they see the toys and the books and the shoes and the cute underwear and the....
You would think that since I NEVER give in they would have learned by now that Mommy is NOT GOING TO BUY THE LIGHT UP MY LITTLE PONY PANTIES.
But they haven't learned it yet so I am still waiting for the whole consistency thing to kick in.
By the time we finish shopping (it takes about two hours on average) my nerves are shot, my jaw aches from gritting my teeth so I don't snap at the millionth question, and the kids are happy. Because for some strange reason they love shopping with me. Just ask them. Laura Grace told the cashier once that her Mommy is the bestest person to go to Walmart with.
I guess that is my Mommy of the Year award!
Article From :http://lauragracesblog.blogspot.com/2009/01/thoughts-on-pediasure-fashion-and.html
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