Recently, the term registration changed for me.  I became engaged this past January and all of a sudden I found myself thrust into a world where I am picking out Fine China and Crystal Stemware.  As the registration consultant in Bloomingdale’s was showing us how to use the scanner, all I was thinking was “Does this mean I am an actual adult?”  She handed the scanner over to my fiance Justin, because as she said “the guy usually has more fun.”  I was about to find out how right she was.

I already know that Justin has the tendency to be a little.. um…  impulsive.  But when I saw the sparkle in his eye as he was given the scanner, I knew I was in trouble.  As Justin tried to register for just about everything he saw, I tried as best I could to be patient.  I figured I could just go online the next day and change things.  It was clear how powerful he felt with that little scanner in his hand, so I let him have his moment.  I did however, find it necessary to intervene with certain things.  I wonder what people around us were thinking when they heard me say “I don’t think we really need a deep fryer” or “I don’t think an ice cream maker is necessary.” 

After a couple of hours we finished up in Bloomingdale’s and I was happy with most of the things we selected.  I knew Justin must have registered for some ridiculous things when I wasn’t looking, so the next morning I woke up and signed into our registry online.  I was not surprised to find a Jimmy Buffett Margarita Maker and a Heineken Beertender, among other things.   Needless to say, certain things were removed.