I don't think it will come as a surprise to anyone that I love to shop. I love buying new clothes and love the look on my husbands face when I tell him I have nothing to wear when I just spent unspeakable amounts of money at Old Navy the week before. As it turns out my disease is contagious and I now have a little mini shopaholic. Since before Brisa could talk I would take her shopping with me and I would hold up clothes for her and whatever she would grab at I would get her. Now that she can talk it has become even more fun. Whenever I tell her we are going to the store she gets super excited and asks what we are going to buy, i thought it was out of curiosity, but this weekend I realized she is an addict. Here are a few stories that bring a smile to my face, but worry poor Chad (I meant poor in a sympathetic way, but there is also a good chance it will apply financially as Brisa grows).
The kids needed new clothes because Carson is too big for size 3 months sleepers and too small for 6 months sleepers and we need the elusive 3-6 months size. Brisa also needed some short sleeve shirts because while she still fits size 18mos clothes her shirts are too short and her belly button shows. So I was holding things up and she picked out 2 dresses that she liked and we were off to a good start. Then we moved on to shirts. She hated them, all of them. Finally I told her that she needed clothes and put a plain pink shirt in the cart. she yelled "NO! I don't lika it!" and grabbed it out of the cart and threw it! I was shocked. Normally I wouldn't let her act like that, but it was so funny I giggled. I put the shirt back on the shelf and decided it would be easier for everyone if I just let her walk around and pick out some things herself. Eventually she found a shirt that didn't offend her and put it in the cart saying "I need to wear this to the pool" and as I was informed this morning she can ONLY wear it to the pool. Fantastic. I realize this story makes her sound like a brat, but I have always said I want her to be a free spirit. She can be a little hard to handle sometimes, but she is slowly learning how to behave appropriately and shes only 2.5 (today!) so I think she is on the right track. I have lots of opinions, so its only natural that she does too.
Later on in the shopping trip I decided I needed some shorts, I was trying them on and couldn't decide between two pairs. I held them up to ask Chad which ones he preferred and he did his classic, "I don't know, I like them both" usually when he says that I buy them both to show him that not having an opinion has consequences, but before I could throw them in the cart Brisa pointed to the blue pair and said "that one Mom!" so that was that. It was so precious! And now I know that I should leave the boys at home and just bring my stylist with me when I go out. Also I always ask her about my outfits before we go out and usually she says "So, so so cute! I love it!" but every once in a while she will tell me that I should wear my "mom jeans" instead of yoga pants, and I appreciate her honest input! Also just hearing her say "mom jeans" is worth the hassle of changing. Haha.
This morning both kids got up at 5:30. One of them accidentally wet the bed and had an emotional melt down, and the other just likes to prove he is in charge. I think he has a napoleon complex, though I can't be sure. I tried to close my eyes and pretend it wasn't happening, but my kids quickly reminded me that I was a mom and when they are up, I am forced to be up also. So I tried my hardest to be cheerful, but I needed a boost so I turned to online shopping! I was looking at hair bows for Brisa because she is in love with them lately, but her hair is so curly and thick that only a certain kind will stay in her hair, and they are near impossible to find. As I was searching a certain little princess peeked over my shoulder and saw a sparkly bow, she immediately decided she needed it. I told her I was just looking and wasn't going to buy anything, but she saw more things she liked and added them to her list of demands. Eventually she had picked out too many to remember and turned to me with her serious face, head tilted to the side and said "I need them all mama" I smiled said okay and closed the tab because online shopping was becoming dangerous. Unfortunately she has watched me online shop enough to know that you have to click on the cart to check out so she said "maybe later?" I told her I wasn't buying any bows and she accepted it, but keeps mentioning how cute the sparkly bow was, I think she is trying to wear me down, luckily I know for a fact it wont stay in her hair so I wont be tempted to give in. I did however order stuff to make her hair bows, so I guess I am a pushover. Oh well.
Also I feel I should add that I did not create this problem alone. Chad will also buy her things when we go out just to see her smile. After the clothes were all picked out her daddy also bought her a toy Pegasus and an elephant that goes over the bath faucet and shoots water out of its trunk. I guess what I'm trying to say is its just as much his fault as it is mine, if not more so.
