It’s almost Christmas, and I can proudly say that I still have the fabulous pair of Ray Ban aviators my husband bought for me last year. The second I pulled them out of my stocking, I remember being simultaneously delighted and terrified. As fabulous as they are, I was about as ready to care for a pair of expensive designer sunglasses as I was to care for an infant, i.e. not at all.
I wish I could say that they made it through the year in the perfect condition in which they came to me, but that’s just not true. In July, we were boarding a plane to the Dominican to celebrate our one-year anniversary, and I casually tossed them into my bag for safe-keeping while we headed through security. In the ten minutes it took us to get through they made friendly acquaintance with my keys, and when I