Yesterday we were at the babywearing meeting. It's held at a local children's consignment store. There is a little play room in one of the rooms in the back. My kids like that and go entertain themselves while I get to talk about babywearing.
Violet fell down and hurt her head and came out crying. I made sure she wasn't bleeding, kissed it and tried to help her move past it. I looked across the room and spotted a pair of cute fleece pajamas. So I asked Violet if she wanted to get a new pair of pajamas. She said no, which was good because they weren't her size anyway.
But Calla kind of got excited. "Can I get some pajamas?"
"I don't see any your size." That was true. I didn't.
And then I left because Violet was settled down enough now that she could be left in the room for a bit.
Calla apparently went to work because about ten minutes later she showed up with a shirt on a hanger and asked very sweetly if she could get it. "It's even my size," she said. Sure enough, it was.
"Maybe." That's the standard non-committal mom answer you know.
And then about another ten minutes later she emerged again with two little hair clips that matched her shirt.
"Can I get these, too, mom? They match perfectly."
She was making a good case and being so sweet about it.
In the end, she got her shirt and her hair clips, which cost a total of $4. Carsten got two pairs of pants that he's been needing. And Violet got a dragon fly hair clip.
Today Calla got all dressed up for school in her new shirt, new hair clips and her size 4 skinny jeans that are long and baggy on her.
She's so cute. And so proud.
I love this kid. I really love this kid. She's coming along nicely.