Shopping with sister

I went shopping with my sister and baby niece today so she can shop for our other nieces' Christmas gifts to be opened New Year's Day. My brother-in-law was in bed sick as a dog and skipped work today. My niece was let out a few times to walk down the mall. She stopped to dance in front of a store playing a Stevie Nicks song my sister recognized. She shook her booty a few seconds with the baby. A couple times we had to chase the baby when she wanted to go another direction. She was kept in the stroller visiting the stores, she has to grab everything in reach. At a bookstore, I entertained the baby while sister shopped with some of the baby books on a display.

My sister talked about her visit to the in-laws for Christmas yesterday. Stepmom objected to the idea of them adopting because you can get unhealthy or behavior problems with the adopted child. Yeah well, I said, you can get those things with a child you give birth to, like my cousin with ADD before it was given a name and my sister and niece with diabetes. I have 3 cousins who were adopted so I fail to see the problem with it.

After the shopping trip we changed the baby's diaper twice and tried to get her to take a nap. I finally said my farewell and see you tomorrow for laundry. I went to see The Family Stone at the movie theater. It was very good, though I didn't like the ending. I was expecting a wedding at the end since the plot is a man introducing his girlfriend to his family he plans to propose to. No, the mother has breast cancer, but has yet to tell her children. But it was a happy and sad ending with the family gathering around the Christmas a year later.

Sometimes I hate plots surrounding cancer (or other disease) and knowing the character will die before the end of the movie because my grandma died from cancer, well offically from pnemonia she could not recover from because of the cancer eating her body into a skeleton. Some think I'm strange for blubbering like a baby when a character dies since it is only a movie. Yes I know it is only a movie, but the pain and trauma I felt attending my first funeral on my 9th birthday, then being yelled at because I couldn't smile for the camera while holding my birthday cake was very real. Things like that just take me back to that painful time in my life. After 21 years, I still miss my grandma and think of her nearly every day. Needless to say I was mess leaving the theater wiping my nose on my gloves and coat sleeve. Post later. Bye!