Thursday, October 27, 2011

getting what you want the sweet pea way

My darling Sweet Pea has figured her way around her cheapskate mother.
Yep, she is smarty pants!

Saturday the American Girl catalog came in the mail. We pour over it, never throw it away, hide it in our room...I don't really mean "we" more like she. I usually try to throw it away every chance it happens to be laying on the floor...but that is another story.

She has been wishing for, begging for, dreaming about this and this

Saturday she started counting her money to buy it.

I told her to quit counting ... it was too much money and she didn't have enough, and neither did I. (I know, debbie downer moment)

She trumped me. Can we write Santa a note and tell him to bring it? I again acted negative about it all.

But not her, she got out scissors and glue and cut up the treasured catalog, glued it to a paper and put her name on the bottom. Now he will know exactly what she wants. Stuck it all in an envelope, which we put in a safe spot so that when we see him we can give it to him.
(and this is where I was done being negative, and was very proud of her problem solving)

And you know what...Now I have to buy it. Because when you ask Santa...he delivers.

Monday, October 17, 2011


I have been trying to lay out the clothes the night before, with the pretense that it saves time in the morning and less drama.

it doesn't

Some mornings it creates more drama
Some mornings it creates a huge fight
Some mornings the mom stomps off
Some mornings the kid wins

That morning was today.

I shopped on my birthday and bought a cute dress that works for warmer weather, but when you layer a white long sleeve t-shirt under was very cute for fall. VERY CUTE
But Sweet Pea hated it. She hated the layer look, that I designed, She hated the t-shirt, She hated the whiteness of the shirt. She hated it ALL.

I started slipping it on, and she said, what? WHAT? is this just white? Everyone will think I am ugly and PLAIN. I told her, just wait for the dress. She hated it more.
I ripped it all off, threw it in a pile and told her to figure it out herself.
(I know, who is the 4yr old?)

She came out in her new halloween shirt, butterfly skirt, brown leggings with mushrooms and flowers on them, cat and dog socks, black actually matched suprisingly well. I was shocked, but didn't say anything. Too much pattern for me. The leggings were a little much, but I told her she looked pretty. She even had me do her hair in a ponytail.

Guess I can't shop for her anymore, alone. Wonder if I can get the tags back on the dress...because I don't think she will EVER wear it.