I Suck At Shopping For Birthday Presents

Although it is rare, I do procrastinate with a few things. Among those things are shopping for birthday presents. Yes, I suck at shopping for birthday presents. In particular, I generally procrastinate when Karen's birthday rolls around.

It's not that I don't want to get her presents or anything like that. I just find getting Karen presents a very difficult task because I never know what to get her. It's like that on Christmas and anniversaries as well. If she had a video game or movie addiction like I do, finding a present would be so much easier.

Anyway, last night I decided to go out shopping for Karen's birthday present. Yesterday was a milestone of sorts. After all, last night was the first time I have ever been out of the house with just our baby daughter (Briana). Considering how Briana is seven months old, that is a very sad statement.

One of things Karen has wanted for awhile is for me to go out with Briana so that she can just have a couple of hours at home by herself, much like how I have the home to myself whenever Karen takes Briana while out galavanting with her gal pals. I have always found her request a little odd because if the roles were reversed, a bunch of guys hanging out with a baby seems very peculiar. I'm not so sure a bunch of guys would be as receptive to hanging out with a baby in comparison to a bunch of women.

As a result, I really have not gone out with just Briana. I suppose technically I could have taken Briana to visit her family, but then that requires... visiting family. Don't get me wrong. I love my family, but I see my parents enough during the week as it is with them taking care of Briana.

I don't know. Perhaps my never leaving the house has also added to my recent feelings about being in a rut.

That said, I may need to become a shopaholic just to get out of the house with Briana. If last night is any indication of how shopping with Briana will go, then things are looking pretty good.

After all, while shopping for a birthday present for Karen, many of the employees at the stores I visited simply started talking to me about Briana. Who knew? Briana was a chick magnet last night. She had all the female employees coming over to look and play with her. (And by play, I mean make faces and baby noises.) Briana was like a rock star.

And interestingly enough, Briana was quite good while we were out shopping. She did not make cry at all. Instead, she simply looked around and took everything all in. I think she rather enjoyed shopping. Perhaps we'll have to do a father/daughter weekly shopping tradition or something. I'm sure that will make Karen happy.