There are times when I just have to look at my child and wonder exactly where she came from. Case in point: She adores shoe shopping. Seriously, it's one of her favorite treats. Worse, she has terrible taste in shoes -- if it's sparkly, tarty or otherwise totally inappropriate for a toddler, she's in love. I took her to Target yesterday, and she spent a happy 10 minutes looking at all of the different shoes and trying them on. These I could deal with. These looked uncomfortable, but not so bad. But these? Or these? Yikes. Uncomfortable, impractical and ugly.
I can only be grateful that she didn't see these.
Then there's the jigsaw puzzle thing. Now, I am not a patient person. Give me a jigsaw puzzle, and likely as not within five minutes I'll be pounding the heck out of it, trying to make non-fitting pieces fit. Not so my kid. She has only one puzzle, and it only has 24 pieces, but she's totally enthralled. She can spend a good half hour at a time putting it together and taking it apart and putting it together again. Me, I'd shoot myself first.
And speaking of enthralled, M has, through no fault of my own, caught on to the fact that we're going to Disney World. She has no idea what that is, but she knows it has something to do with her newest hero, Winnie the Pooh. She's telling anyone who will listen that she's going to the Hundred Acre Woods and is going to visit Pooh and Piglet and Eeyore and Kanga and Little Roo (and she always says "Little Roo.") I'm having a devil of a time explaining to her that we're not going anywhere until September.