Saturday, November 9, 2013

Clothes..

I used to think that I would never have a problem shopping with my daughter...if God willing I was every blessed with one...(Ahem I got two...thanks for that by the way!)

But I was horribly wrong.

I am not sure why it bothers me so much that Allie refuses to wear anything that she willingly tries on in the dressing rooms, and loves.
Its like as soon as it is hanging in her closet, it has sprouted thorns or something and hurts her or is too tight.

Mom I have to be able to walk! How can I walk when my pants are too tight?!!

The concept of cute royal blue cords are someone lost in the genetic makeup of my oldest daughter, and we instead settle on stretchy leggings and oversize dresses with little hearts and stripes. In like EVERY COLOR imaginable.

I wish that it didn't bother me so much, because up until now, she pretty much did just about anything I said.....but she is beginning to understand that her body is her own, and she can and (should) be in charge of what goes on it. *within reason, I draw the line at sundresses in 50 degree weather*

There is a part of me that loves that she is a leader, that she would rather play by herself then fall into line with other children. I love that she pairs stripes with polka dots and can easily beat any child in a race. I love that she can climb obstacle courses and knows what a burpee is.
But I am so afraid for her- I cringe at the thought of her heart breaking, I want to protect her from everything, kids pointing at her mismatched outfit, or laughing at her distinct distaste of any and all textures. (The child will gag if given honey!)
But all I can do is continue letting her be her, as much as it pains me, as much as every time she talks back to me, I picture this tiny bundle of pink fleece with red hair.

4 1/2 and this is only the beginning.


Monday, November 4, 2013

New Normal

When J had to work nights this summer, at first I was all....THIS SUCKS, then I realized that he would be home with me Mon-Thurs ...helping me with the children. Being home also meant we could go places, vacations to the beach, day trips to Savannah, Stone Mountain? Sure!
But this morning his alarm went off at 5:45 am. He pulled on his work pants, and trudged towards the front door, leaving me alone with both children and all the rest of the crap that goes along with them.
Breakfast again?? You need a lunch all week? Do you really need to be dropped off at school AGAIN THIS WEEK?
I'm already tired thinking of today, let alone the rest of the week. Somehow I need to figure out how to be a working stay at home mom.
SMH.(smack my head...for you non computer lingo peeps)


Some random Halloween pics for your amusement.