((One thing I haven't been up to is using my actual camera to take actual pictures, so please excuse the not-so-fabulous cell phone pictures to follow.))
We've been going to the neighbors' house every afternoon while they're working to let their dog in out of the heat. On Monday, I allowed A to wear his pajamas all afternoon. I put them on for his nap and he refused to take them off, so whatever. But I insisted on sandals to go to the neighbors', and he topped the look off with a hat.
And that's how he looked when we set of the house alarm that my neighbor set when he left the house that morning, momentarily forgetting about our 'let the dog in' set up. (It was payback, though, because we'd done the exact same thing to this neighbor a couple months back.) So the alarm was blaring and all I could think was that the cops were going to show up and find me in the house (sans makeup) with a kid wearing pajamas, sandals, and a hat. I figured this might prevent my arrest, though, because what kind of burglar drags along a toddler dressed like that? Or any toddler at all, really.
Then, I received in the mail a headband I'd bought for Vivi off Etsy. I'm about sick to death of the "oh, your boyS are so cute!" comments, so I am vowing to stick a bow on her head every time we leave the house until she has hair or whatever it is she's lacking that makes people unable to grasp the concept that a child wearing PINK is probably a GIRL. So anyway. The headband. Note to self: pay more attention to headband bow dimensions. She may have to grow into this one, or be subjected to the ridicule of a certain group of her mommy's friends (looking at you, bumpie-big-bow-haters!)
(I know it doesn't go with the outfit. I was just trying it on for size.)
We drove J to work in his car so I could keep it today, since my mommymobile is sold (WAHOO! And BOOHOO!) and I wanted to have a car to drive in case of emergencies. Like if I ran out of Diet Coke.
V finished up a couple deals, then nom-nommed on a remote control for awhile.
And on the way home, as tends to be the case here in Austin around 9am, we got stuck in some major slow moving traffic. But alas, like a rainbow sent straight from heaven, what did I spy at the nearest exit? Why, my favorite mall. A SIGN from above, and who am I to question that? So we went in.
While there, I kept in mind something I read the other night in a parenting book (The No Cry Discipline Solution). The author talks about how we are surprised that our kids don't behave in the store, but think about it - would YOU want to go to a store where nothing interests you at all and follow someone around who only wants to look at things they want/need or have decided YOU want/need, and you're not allowed to touch anything and you'll be forced to stay until that person is done and ready to go? No. That would pretty much suck, right? So I decided to set Anderson free to lead the way for a bit and see what interested him. Mannequins, namely. Did you know they don't have toes? I'd never noticed, but A picked right up on that one. "TOES? MAMA? TOES!?" We looked at sparkly necklaces and fluorescent shaded sports bras, checked out the mulch in the potted plants, and pressed every elevator button (twice). And you know what? It was really fun, following my curious little boy around and watching his eyes light up over this thing and that and see the pride he felt that HE was in charge for a change and could make his mama smile by finding all these neat things. And you know what else? After thirty minutes of that, he was more than cooperative to crawl up into his stroller and snack quietly while I finished my shopping. Very good.
Then, we bought some hats at BabyGap, because if you didn't know, it's very cold in Wisconsin and body heat comes flying out of your head. Or something. All I know is, we need lots and lots of hats.
So later, the kids tried on their hats as they practiced their "hey, der, guyz! We live in dah Frozen Tundra, eh!" looks.
Vivi's not impressed by this "snow" which we speak of, even if it means she gets to wear a ridonkulously adorable bunny hat.
And finally, we wrapped the day with a wagon ride. It was actually semi-pleasant outside, being only in the 90s and all. So off we went, with Vivian in a boy's hat. In my defense, I was rushed to get out the door, because one member of our little party has about ZERO patience for things like mommy running upstairs to grab baby a GIRL hat because that might take ten seconds and that's simply not okay when I'd already uttered the words "wagon" and "ride". So I made do with what I had handy.
And when I dared try to interrupt the wagon riding with picture taking (being V's first roll in the wagon and all), they were both really receptive.
on the left: stink eye
on the right: feigned disinterest
If we don't look at her, maybe she'll just go away.
Tomorrow, Friday. Then, weekend. Then, our final two days as Austinites. Whoa.