Jay and I went on a "date." If you could call it that. We went to the mall to get several gifts for baby, wedding etc. I also wanted to look for a skirt. We had to take Maylin. No one of age at our house was at home. Instead of us doing what we wanted, the little girl with black hair took over. We didn't mind at first because she is so cute and it was fun to watch what she would come up with, but after an evening of it....not so cute.
This girl loves to shop. I think we are in trouble. At the mall she asked and then demanded and then ran off to the escalators so she ride them. After several trips up and down she was ready to move on. She spotted a shoe store first. She darted to it and tried on TONS of shoes. Mind you the only shoes she picked to try on were the ones with 4 inch stiletto heels that were BRIGHTLY colored with some funky pattern or wild shine or some gadget on the toe.
When she tired of that she hit a jewelry store and several clothing stores that had "my size" as she would say. She picked out multiple outfits and told daddy they were her size and we should buy them. We didn't buy any and she didn't like that fact at all! I think the place that pushed it to not being cute anymore was when I finally went in to a store that had my size. She started taking things off the rack and then told Jay and I to sit down in the chairs by the fitting rooms. She went in a stall herself and came out with several outfits on (that are my size) and modeled them in the mirror.
To sum it all up, a lady that had been watching or laughing at us since we walked into the store, said to us, "Let me guess. She's three." Yep. She's 3. I poo poo that terrible two thing. Never had a terrible two, but that three thing, now, that is a different story. Being 3 is SO MUCH about finding independence, telling others what to do, and having to do EVERYTHING by ones self. I find it exhausting.
Here are some pictures of us on Saturday as we worked in the yard moving bark. They show her 3 attitude perfectly.
And congrats to my friend Paul, Mrs Nelson and Sam for running a local marathon!!! We are proud to know you especially to Paul, who is an amazing story of life and diligence. He was diagnosed and had treatment for Prostate Cancer last year. To see him run, is a testament that we should never give up.
Also, Jay worked all day Saturday. He got home at 1 a.m. He left his laptop in the locked car. He always brings it in. But that night, he was so tired he forgot. Needless to say the next morning on our way to church we found his window smashed and the laptop gone. Just our luck.
This girl loves to shop. I think we are in trouble. At the mall she asked and then demanded and then ran off to the escalators so she ride them. After several trips up and down she was ready to move on. She spotted a shoe store first. She darted to it and tried on TONS of shoes. Mind you the only shoes she picked to try on were the ones with 4 inch stiletto heels that were BRIGHTLY colored with some funky pattern or wild shine or some gadget on the toe.
When she tired of that she hit a jewelry store and several clothing stores that had "my size" as she would say. She picked out multiple outfits and told daddy they were her size and we should buy them. We didn't buy any and she didn't like that fact at all! I think the place that pushed it to not being cute anymore was when I finally went in to a store that had my size. She started taking things off the rack and then told Jay and I to sit down in the chairs by the fitting rooms. She went in a stall herself and came out with several outfits on (that are my size) and modeled them in the mirror.
To sum it all up, a lady that had been watching or laughing at us since we walked into the store, said to us, "Let me guess. She's three." Yep. She's 3. I poo poo that terrible two thing. Never had a terrible two, but that three thing, now, that is a different story. Being 3 is SO MUCH about finding independence, telling others what to do, and having to do EVERYTHING by ones self. I find it exhausting.
Here are some pictures of us on Saturday as we worked in the yard moving bark. They show her 3 attitude perfectly.
And congrats to my friend Paul, Mrs Nelson and Sam for running a local marathon!!! We are proud to know you especially to Paul, who is an amazing story of life and diligence. He was diagnosed and had treatment for Prostate Cancer last year. To see him run, is a testament that we should never give up.
Also, Jay worked all day Saturday. He got home at 1 a.m. He left his laptop in the locked car. He always brings it in. But that night, he was so tired he forgot. Needless to say the next morning on our way to church we found his window smashed and the laptop gone. Just our luck.
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I think Maylin is darling...I also think her shopaholic attitude is DANGEROUS! Have fun with that!
I loved the comment you made on my blog about our chicken. This is the comment I made back to you (I never know if people check back to see if I comment again anyway...):
Laurel, you are so right. I wish we had a reality camera rolling for the whole event: getting home from church at noon, the kids scrambling to get something to eat, Maddie's panic over finding the dying chicken, Pearl and Grace walking home from church so arriving home hot, tired, and greeted by neighborhood kids telling them of our exciting news, digging the hole in the heat- starting out in church clothes and ending up in shorts, the confusion over which chicken had actually died...I could go on and on!
Beside the bb gun part...the whole thing IS pretty comical. Thanks for reminding me of how funny our days are around here!
Love
Kim
Maylin is Cute with a capital C and Trouble with a capital T - of course because she is 3!
I am very concerned about all of the stealing going on. We know a guy who has had three GPS' in a row stolen from his truck. I guess we need to lock things up tight and take our valuables in the house. Too bad for whoever tries to take anything out of my car.
All they'll find is old french fries.....