We had a beautiful day today: it reached 50 and was sunny. Windows were opened. (South facing windows, remember.) I went out wearing a wool sweater over a t-shirt and was comfortable. No coat! It won’t last, but it was lovely.
Our mission today: visit the hat sale and the Hanna Andersson, which are both conveniently located a few blocks from home. I know, dangerous. I got two hats – on sale! Heaven.
The cupcake store is up the block from there, too. We actually skipped it in favor of frozen yogurt. You have no idea how hard that was.
In any case, P only wears one type of pant: the HA ribbed capri pants/leggings. Yes, all winter, she’s worn capris, because any attempt to put her in “real” pants has resulted in a screaming fit, and I choose battles more wisely. (This is the child who at 2 knew that her choice was to put on her coat or “just be cold” and would choose “I just be cold, Mama” more often than not.) I’m trying to think of a time when she wore other pants. Maybe when she pre-2? But here is the nice thing about these leggings: they are nigh near indestructible (she’s only had one pair blow out a knee when she scraped it on concrete), so you will get your $20 worth.
Here my secret (which is not much of a secret if you had a frugal mom): buy nice clothes large enough to grow into. Also, nice clothes at resale or on ebay, because they last. But leggings need to be purchased new, which is why M and P sat in a chair at Hanna Andersson while I shopped.
P’s 90s are teeny-tiny, her 100s fit. So today? I bought 120s in navy, pink, and purple. (This makes sense to you if you have kids. If not, you’re probably not reading this post, anyway, but just in case you are, the sizes are in centimeters.) She has some orange, green, and blue leggings that still fit (like the capris they’re supposed to be), so we should be good for a while. I also picked up a purple dress she says she likes, a purple shirt, and a boy shirt with sharks on it because she loved it. It was actually the only thing she got excited about. If you’re keeping track, she now has two boy shirts: one with a dragon and the shark one.
This all cost a pretty penny. It hurts, even knowing the clothes will last a year or two. And it was necessary. But: ouch.
It sounds like a great day – and largely was – but P has been a bitter little pill ALL DAY. Yesterday I was so close to saying I thought she was out of her funk, but then she turned into a brat around 7 PM. Today, at least it’s been consistently bad. I am hoping the white noise of the dryer and her baking soda bath of the day #2 combine to lull her to sleep. Oh, and the Dinosaur Train she’s watching on an iPhone. Don’t judge. I have a high alert headache and just had my left nipple almost twisted off by tantrum girl. If I had curare darts, I’d be using them, too.