My first birthday shopping experience occurred when I was six years old. My dad took me shopping and I got a pair of black patent leather shoes and bouquet of beautiful carnations. The other birthday shopping trip I remember I was 9 or 10 years old. I got a purse full of money and trip to the mall. The only items I remember buying (even though I know I bought more) was a bath robe and a little pooh bear from Sears.
Ever since then I always did at least a little shopping during the month of October, even as a poor college student, and almost always for myself.
About two years ago shopping for myself on my birthday has required a lot more effort. I find it much easier to buy things for my wee one instead of for me. This year, on my year 33, my wee one got a beach towel, a hooded sweatshirt, two new cloth diapers, a monster hat and gloves, two match box cars, a Fisher-Price doctor set (that he wants nothing to do with), an adorable dragon costume, new pants, and, drum roll please, - BIG BOY UNDIES!
Okay, okay, so some of it is necessity (did you hear me - BIG BOY UNDIES), but seriously! I see a slight skew on the scales. Oh well, he is one of my greatest gifts ever so do I really need more, no!
But I do see why my sister and I give each other clothing gift cards every year, a nice gentle force to buy something for ourselves. Thanks, sis - I love my skirt.
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