Just squeaking through to make this on Friday.
I think I need to stop buying things online. I’m 0 for 3 on my last 3 attempts.
First there was the doll for Bella’s birthday. I thought I’d found the most adorable rag dolls. Perfect. I ordered one and Amazon shipped expeditiously. And I received the wrong one. But never fear the nice man at customer service apologized for the mix up and overnighted me a replacement, sure to arrive on the day of her birthday. And it did. And it was the same wrong one.
And so we gave her the wrong doll. And she liked it well enough for a few days. And then one day she declared, “I don’t like that doll.” And hasn’t touched it since. Though Sophie does seem to like it. Not sure what that’s about except a certain 3 year old miss is starting to get very opinionated about all sorts of things.
And then there was the camisole I somehow ordered several sizes too big, even though I thought I’d measured and calculated correctly. It looks like a tent and I’m going to have to pay to ship it back and have them ship a replacement. Not so fun.
And then today I got an email that for some reason the denim skirt I finally made up my mind to order has been canceled. Either it was out of stock or something went wrong with the credit card.
Did I mention our 3-year old has become opinionated? The girl who hardly noticed what she wore now has declared that she doesn’t like two t-shirts and refuses to wear them. Ever. I guess those shirts will just go in the to be donated bag.
And she now doesn’t like to wear blue jeans. And she frequently disputes with me about clothing choices. Oh yes, she has opinions.
Our newly minted three year old miss also is trying out the boundaries of obedience. Her new favorite phrase: I don’t want to do x.
So it goes:
“Bella, can you please pick up those toys and put them in the basket.”
“I don’t want to pick up the toys!”
“Please don’t tell me no. I asked you to pick up the toys.”
Shriek. “I don’t want to!!!”
“Well, I don’t want to take you to story time at the library. I guess we’ll stay home.”
“Ok, I’m picking up the toys.” She gets up and does it.
“Thank you very much for picking up the toys. Good job, Bella.”
Some of the tomatoes we planted are not looking so well. The peppers are almost all looking sad. I sure hope they survive.
I’m too used to driving around with a 3-year old. I got excited about a firetruck on my way to my OB the other day before I realized that Bella wasn’t with me. And I was taking mental note of school buses and motorcycles, things I’d usually point out to her.
One of the great high points of this week: cleaning out the minivan on Sunday. Dom took the seats out and vacuumed up at least a quarter box of cheerios and raisins and old cheese. Took a bunch of stuff in that didn’t need to be cluttering up the car. We were interrupted by a thunderstorm rolling in and didn’t wash it. Oh but even so it almost feels like a new car.
On a positive note about Bella: she put together a great color-coordinated outfit this morning and I didn’t even have to ask her to get dressed or supervise the process. Green pants, green striped shirt. It looked adorable with her green rain boots. Accident or does she perhaps have the beginning of a sense of sartorial taste?
As usual, visit the lovely Jennifer at Conversion Diary for more quick takes.