The Stinkin' Pink Thing

See, there's this shirt. It's pink with frilly little waves along the sleeves and waist. It has a Dora the Explorer graphic brightly displayed across the front. I really don't like that cartoon. I have never sat through a single episode and probably never will. Dora just rubs me the wrong way. Because of this I have a love-hate relationship with this shirt.

It wouldn't be so bad if I would have just snuck it into the bottom of the donation bag that sits at the foot of M's bed collecting outgrown outfits. But, silly me, tossed it on top of the bag. A perfect spot for E to eye spy. And what does she do right when she wakes up this morning: she eye spies it, picks it up and runs off with it.

I couldn't help but let her pick it up. She was so curious and gentle about looking at it that I had to let her at least see what it was. Big mistake.

Next thing I know she has her legs through the neck of the shirt and is waddling around with it half way over her little diaper butt. I have to give her credit for attempting to dress herself at 17 months old. Well, I try to wiggle it off of her because I really didn't want her to wear the stinkin' pink thing and for the very first time ever she will not let me walk away with a piece of clothing.

So I throw it over her head and stick her arms through. She looks down at her belly and gives a satisfied little smirk. E wore the darn Dora shirt to daycare. Yes, I did cover it with a purple zip up hoody so only part of the little cartoon face was sticking out. I had too.

Obviously one full day didn't give her enough time with the shirt. When I tried to put it in the dirty laundry basket, after dressing her in pajamas, I turn around and she's got it all tangled around her little legs. At this point I have to laugh at my little fashion queen. I let her stagger around the apartment holding up the Dora shirt and trying not to trip.

I am 99% sure I just experienced our first outfit disagreement. I know it won't be the last. I have a feeling I am going to have a very brightly mismatched daughter for years to come.

P.S. I think I'll keep the shirt.

Keep Loving.

Peace and quiet.

3:45
After a morning of a rambunctious, loud toddler waddling all over the apartment a couple hours of peace and quiet, well, there's nothing better. I even took a nap on the couch. And little missy is still snoozing; which leaves me time to write.

This morning I managed to clean the kitchen and the bedroom rather quickly. R did a bit of tidying up   too; including sweeping and vacuuming. Thanks hubby! Team effort goes a long way. Oh, the mountain of laundry is now only a small peak. How do we manage to fill 3 laundry baskets and a hamper in 1 week? It's the kid I swear. Then again 3 people and 5 days of clothing. 15 outfits, a couple towels, couple pajama sets....yeah it adds up.

I'm awaiting paperwork from our new in-home daycare provider. E starts Monday! Surprisingly, I am not worried. Okay, maybe slightly. Only for nap time. We are done with the bottle officially on Monday. Because, E has never had a bottle at the new place so we will continue with that. Then, R and I have to bite the bullet and continue through the day with NO bottle. I'm more worried about this than leaving her with someone new. She is such a lover it won't take long for her to warm up to her new sitter. I'm most excited for her to make little friends.

..I hear "uh-oh, uh-oh" coming from the little's bedroom.

5:30
Surprisingly enough it is already 5:30. Time flies on the weekends (and everyday). I think I might try to get a few rows done on my current crochet project. I haven't crocheted all week. Then I'd like to read from my library book for at least 20 minutes. I figure, this will be my treat for accomplishing all of the house work.

I hope everyone is enjoying your weekend.

Keep Loving.