Pickles gets a new room.

Pickles has outgrown her toddler bed. It's very sad really. The bed she was in was also the first crib both kiddos ever slept in. After picking up the other half of my old bunk bed from my parents we decided that while Daddy & Bubba were putting it together and doing guy stuff, like burping and scratching their butts, Pickles and I would go pick out new bedding for her official "Big Girl" bed.

As much as I'd rather go to Target for anything and everything I will admit that Wal-Mart seems to have better prices on most things. Except my cleaning stuff. I ALWAYS go to Target for their all-natural cleaning products.

So Pickles and I head out to the Wal-Mart to pick out her new bedding. As most of you know (and I'm sure it's the same at Wally Worlds all over the country) that the parking lot is a bitch to maneuver in. So after nearly being broadsided by a minivan with expired plates and plastic over one window, a car that looked like something out of "The Fast and the Furious", and the usual "I don't have to look to back up, they should be looking for me" people I manage to safely find a parking spot.

Whilst entering the store I did realize a couple of interesting things. While I, having a 4-year old child skipping next to me (and sometimes a 7-year old as well) will park 150 yards away from the building and walk, the people that drive around to find the "perfect" spot are the same people that spend thousands of dollars on a gym memberships and personal trainers every year. There were more Escalades and Lexus SUVs parked directly across from the doors than there were late-model vehicles. This amused me.

The other thing I noticed is how our Wal-Mart is the poster child for the People of Wal-Mart website. Now I'll be the first to admit that I certainly do NOT get dressed up to go to Wal-Mart. I was there in my jeans and my Cornelia Marie sweatshirt. In fact, last year I spent 4 hours sitting in the bottled water section the day after Thanksgiving wearing a sweatshirt and yoga pants so a friend could get a laptop. Which reminds me, he still owes me a drink for that....

Anywho, as Pickles and I walked into the store I counted over a dozen people that I would have LOVED to take pictures of to submit to the website, but alas, they were very scary and I didn't want them to eat the Fair Lady Pickles.

We left with a Disney Princess comforter and pretty purple sheets. Daddy put up her special Dora Princess Canopy and we were all set. Pickles insisted on going to bed at 7:30 and in her sweetly-sleepy voice said "Oh momma. I love my new princess room. It's so beautiful!"

I would heroically brave Wal-Mart again just to hear the sleepy-happiness in her voice.

Oh, and now we're off to get a new Nick da Fish. Apparently Nick Too didn't appreciate the fact that I cleaned his tank yesterday and decided to die AFTER I cleaned him. More about the Nicks tomorrow. To PetSmart, to PetSmart, to buy a new Nick...