Gone with the Wind Fabulous

I was at Target with the kids. They were doing that thing where they gaze longingly at the toys in the toy section, so I was wandering around the girls clothing section. Not because I want to, per se, but because I don't enjoy the toy section, and yet, it's still not socially appropriate to completely abandon your kids at Target. So I scope out the girls fashions, even back when I didn't have any girls.

Anyway, this particular time, I found a few dresses on the clearance rack and I brought them to Lilly. I'm finding it harder to shop for her these days.  The boys would refuse to wear clothes, but it was usually pretty clear why: buttons? Then no.  Snaps?  Nope.  Collars?  Never.  But I haven't been able to exactly pinpoint what gets the Lilly stamp of approval and what will be politely relegated to the back of the closet.

So I show her the dresses and she's all, "Oh, pretty!  But I have to try them on."

"Look, can't you just tell me what you like and what you don't like?  I'm pretty sure these are your size."  I mean, it's not like we need to find clothes that hide her figure flaws, right?  If she likes it, I'll buy it and then we're done.

"Mom.  how am I supposed to know if I like a dress without trying it on?"

Okay.  Seriously?  My mother's been telling me that my whole life. I don't need it from my daughter, too.

"Lilly, it's your size, it'll fit fine."

"Mom, it's not about if it fits. It's about the way it twirls."

it's all fun and games

We were walking home from a dinner at a friend's house yesterday.

It was 7:00, p.m., and pitch dark, thanks to the time change.

We made the kids leave even though they still wanted to jump in the leaf pile some more. And, even after they explained that they WANTED to JUMP MORE, we still made them leave. I get it. Leaf jumping is great. I have a bit of a phobia about it myself, because once I jumped on a dead rabbit, but I have no reason to believe that that is a common occurance, so I try not to tell them, "get off get off get off, there could be dead things in there."

Still, even after they, again, clairified that they were having FUN, we dragged them away.

We were almost home, and I though we had all moved past the leaf-pile-jumping deprivation.

Then Lilly said to me, "Do you see my face mom?!  It is FULL of anger."

But the funny thing was that, no, actually I couldn't see her face.  It was pitch dark.