then comes kindergarten. 🙂
EDIT: I know, I know, she looks like Jon Benet Ramsey (sans the clown make-up). Come on, guys–can’t a four-year-old put on a wedding dress in peace?! 🙂
I’m continuing the Ava theme, because while she is always a trip, she’s been in rare form the past couple days. If I wrote about everything funny she says/does, I’d never get anything else done.
Gabe had an interview for his podcast tonight and rather than try to keep three girls silent in the basement, we all piled in the car and headed to Joann’s, Etc. to pick out cheap princess fabric to staple-gun to the ceiling of our semi-sort-of-not-really-finished basement to hide the pipes and insulation and make it look like a princess castle. (catch all that? my longest sentence ever.)
Ava has moved on from her birthday obsession (momentarily, I’m sure) and is back on her wedding kick. Joann’s is next to a bridal shop. In lieu of buying them the quacking Easter puppets they wanted, I took them into bridal fairy land. Livi wasn’t impressed, but you would have thought Ava died and went to heaven.
She didn’t like any of the beautiful strapless gowns I showed her. She pointed to the only one with sleeves (that looked eerily similar to my very 90’s-looking wedding dress) and said that was the one she wanted (in case she got cold). She wanted to look at bridesmaid’s dresses for Livi, too, but I told her we could do that another time.
When we got home, I dragged (drug?) out my wedding dress and let her try it on. She was in her element, that’s for sure. She even told me she’d decided to wear my dress for her wedding (but changed her mind a bit later). She would’ve worn it forever, but I made her take it off so Livi could try it before I put them to bed. She wore it for less than 2 seconds. “It’s too itchy.” Those 2 are polar opposites when it comes to dressing up and make-believing.
Here comes the good part. Since I weigh three pounds less than I did on my wedding day (yeah, hold your applause until the end), I slid into the dress and smugly told Livi to zip it up for me. She got it part way up and said, “I can’t get it up anymore.” What? Of course you can. “Try again.” A few seconds later–“Ouch! I can’t! It hurts my fingers!” I reach back, and sure enough, there is no way that puppy is getting zipped. Apparently, my hips have expanded, and the weight I once had in my chest (which wasn’t all that much) has relocated to other areas. There’s been a whole lot of shifting going on–I don’t even want to think about it. So, losing more weight won’t help me get into that dress–I will never wear it again. Good, because I don’t find it the least bit aesthetically pleasing.
Let me be the first to offer my condolences to all you Buckeyes fans out there. It’s not officially over yet (a full quarter to go), but uh, well, anyway. Stinks to be you. 🙁 I suppose they could stage the granddaddy of all comebacks…
It’s supposed to snow tonight here in the BUCKEYE state. Hooray! Have a good one!