Rocks: Waking up to the sound of her singing Amazing Grace from the other room.
Sucks: Having her meltdown at the shoe store. I’d gone in on a whim; I can feel where her toe is in the shoe, and it’s not exactly roomy in there, but nor are her feet going to be horribly deformed if she wears them a little longer. I was debating the merits of the shoes that light up when the shoe guy came over with that foot measuring device, which is apparently an instrument from the Spanish Inquisition, Toddler Division, because C started crying hysterically. Oh the humanity! All she wanted was some light-up shoes and a sticker, and here comes Torquemada in Dockers and a golf shirt.
Rocks: C decided that the treachery of the shoe store could be forgotten with a granola bar, which I had brought along and was giving to her in bite-size pieces. She kept asking for more as we whisked through the mall, but I was distracted, and when I finally snapped to I realized that she was bugging me incessantly for it:
‘Nola bar?
Have a ‘nola bar?
More ‘nola bar?
‘Nola bar?
God bless America, that’s annoying… wait a minute.
She’s asking for a ‘nola baR. Not a ‘nola baw.
Somewhere between the Spanish Inquisition and the Orange Julius, C learned how to say the letter R.
We later went to TaRget, where she drank from the wateR fountain.
Rocks: Tomorrow is R’s birthday. In preparation I hit five stores in three hours with a two-year-old. She was fantastic. In the car she was practicing her birthday shtick:
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday to you,
Happy birthday dear daddy (sorta all over the place tonally)
Happy birthday to you! (back spot-on in the original key)
…Yay! (applauding)
(a quick puff of exhale)
That’s a great blow!
Oh my Lord and Savior, where on earth does she get this stuff?
Sucks, but just a little: I already shared this at St. Casserole’s Rant-o-rama, but… After our errands, C and I went through the drive-thru at McD’s, which is a Friday treat sometimes. Okay, a weekly treat. (But we eat healthy at other times!)
I ordered her a Happy Meal and when the woman said, “boy or girl?” I almost said boy, because boy Happy Meal toys seem generally cooler. For one thing, they’re actual things you can play with, like this cool Tony Hawks skateboarding figure that spins out and rolls down a ramp. Today, the girl toy was a plastic Barbie bracelet with a big blue gem on it. (It is fitting that our home’s impermeable Barbie barrier would be breached by McDonalds.)
The bracelet came in a light blue plastic egg-thing that pops up and reveals the bling. C asked, “What’s this called?” I said, “What would you like to call it?” She said, “Girl toy.” Yeah, pretty much. She’s napping in the bracelet as we speak. She didn’t even want to sing or rock like we do for the couple minutes before naptime. She just wanted to get in bed and be left alone with her plastic jewelry. OK, whatever.
All in all, a very fun day.
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Did she get the light up shoes, and did they match the plastic jewelry?
Thanks for sharing this lovely day with me.
We left sans shoes. She kept pointing to the old ones and saying, “I want those shoes!”
Anyway those shoes were unnecessarily expensive. Next time we will go to Payless or TaRget, where the only victim of torture is Mommy as she is driven insane by combing through countless racks looking for the right size.
Right now she is wearing her patent leather MJs, which she calls her “tap shoes.” With shorts and T-shirt. And the bling.
Yes, that thingy for measuring foot size freaked LB out when we tried to use it too. Must be something instinctually bad about it.
Sounds like, otherwise, a fun day. And happy birthday to the R-man!!
I’m glad C’s not the only one, Judy!
is anyone else old enough to recall getting your feet x-rayed (or something similar) inside your new shoes to check the fit at the shoe store. i wonder what that’s done to all of our boomer feet?
this was a very lovely day. thanks for the smiles.
This was from Katieg–we had a little name-dropping that I edited!
From Katieg
9:25 pm, aug 26, 2005 EDT
We are the opposite - we almost always get the girl toys… including for our boy J. They always look at him strangely when I say “two girl toys, please.” But you like what you like…. he would much prefer Care Bears to Transformers (those are the current Burger King toys).
And I have to warn you - we are heading your way in the next few months… and we have J#1’s 30+ Barbies with us!! C will never be the same!
I wish I could have light up sneakers!
Sounds like a good day.
So cute! I miss having a toddler or young child with me ALL the time. They grow up, go to school and then at some point, don’t want to be seen with you.
I asked the orthopedist about children’s shoes. He said that any shoe that doesn’t rub the feet or impede the toes are ok. Expensive shoes, he said, weren’t better than Payless, etc. necessarily. I did love the imported soft leather Mary Janes in red and navy, though.
We tried to have a Barbie barrier at our house with our first child, but it was broken by the Mimi. We also tried to have a no weapons, gun or knife toys, rule that was broken by some other family member when they gave her a plastic knife.
We relaxed when one night we went to check on our dear three year old and found her sleeping peacefully in bed with a naked Barbie in one hand and the knife in the other.