My Pretty Girl

I told you she was grown up! She picks out her own shoes, puts them on (depending of the level of difficulty) and has her own version of "names" for her shoes. Some are simply, "Gumboots", "Udder boots" (Other), "Blue Thoos", and "Pink Thoos" (which unfortunately describes everything else she owns!)


We took her to the park last weekend. She obviously picked out her own shoes since I would never, and have never picked those shoes. I will only ever pick the cute shoes. Not those blue monstrosities. It was a beautiful, sort-warm day, and she was dying to play on the slide. Truth be told, it was the second trip to the park, because the first time she decided she needed to pee all of 30 seconds after arriving at the park (in the middle of my early Sunday morning photo shooting). *dirty look*

We live 2 houses from the park. When we moved here it was exciting! A park! A park that I know I can get to without getting lost! A park close enough that I won't use 87 excuses not to go to since it's too far away, too cold, too far away, too far away... okay. So maybe 2 excuses.

I also thought that I wanted to keep Oceana in blissfully unaware ignorance of the nearness of this same park. It was fine for me to know I could get there in the blink of an eye. It was not fine to get asked 30x a day to be taken to the park.

Well too bad you Dumb Mommy. You've been outsmarted. Unless I had intended to blindfold her everytime she went to park, I never had a chance.

And every day we hear, "Wanna go dah SLIIIIIDE!" And then it repeats. Again and again and again and again.

No sooner do we arrive (for the 2nd time) but this girl decides that she had mulch in her shoes. I'm quite happy for her to stop and adjust her horrendous blue crocks shoes, dump out the mulch, and put them back on. It is fine when she wears those horrendous blue crocks that often are paired with beautiful dresses on Sunday morning because I refuse to fight about it shoes, because she can do it herself. When she wears boots and needs help with all of it, I say "Walk on the mulch. You're fine!"

Ugh. I hate that I say that a lot, "You're fine!" Matt pointed out to me one day, "Obviously she's not fine, since she's telling you she's not!" *Boo* :)

And it's also helpful for her to take care of it herself. Then I get the photograph it, instead of putting down the camera to help her out.