I sent Bella off yesterday with my mother and my gorgeous, brilliant nephew for some delightful dining out, followed by (unbeknownst to us) a grandmotherly-indulgent shopping spree. I sent her out in a little green dress (it was one of those days that she insisted on a dress), nothing too fancy, but cute. This is what I got back--oh, and the dress had fiberoptics that twinkle, mind you:
Along with THIS: She dances, she sings. Over and over and OVER again. Alex and I called my mom to thank her for such a thoughtful gift that she chose, over such silly (and silent) choices such as, oh, puzzles, paints, books, etc. She just chuckled and said something about "grandparents' revenge."
Contrast that to this tableau from today:She is sitting in her daddy's giant recliner, having refused to get dressed at ALL, eating a peanut butter sandwich, and watching the big-screen TV. What is she watching? Why, the NFL, of course. Jacksonville Jaguars (go, Matt jones, our homeboy!) vs. New York Jets.
Oh, well, at least she has varied and balanced interests, right?