“I thought we weren’t going to do Disney Princess,” said Mike.
And, he’s right. We weren’t.
But I remember how beautiful I felt in a pink dress with a hoop skirt one Halloween. And I remember how my best friend Sarah and I used to pretend we were famous singers, wearing her mother’s fancy full slips as evening gowns (my stage name was Orchid).
So, a few days after Halloween, I found myself combing the racks of 70% off Halloween costumes at Target (and 50% Halloween costumes at Wal-Mart–so, I’m obsessed) for dress up clothes for Zoe.
“I thought we weren’t going to do Disney Princess,” Mike said, “and now we have two Disney Princess dresses.”
But we also have a very happy little Cinderella / Tinker Bell (technically a Disney Fairy) / fire fighter (her interests are varied).
As every parent knows, there is always room to surprise yourself as a parent. It might be the cliched phrases you swore you’d never utter. It might be the expensive toys or baby gear you promised you’d never buy. It might be the traditions you never imagined you’d treasure.
For me this week, it’s the Disney dresses I never thought I’d buy. Turns out? They make me pretty happy, too.
How have you surprised yourself?
Hey there, Internet friends. It’s been a crazy few days around here.
Friday and Saturday: the Southwestern Minnesota Synod of the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America gathered for its 25th annual synod assembly. I thought that would be more intelligible if I spelled out the acronyms, but it appears this was not the case. Basically, a bunch of Lutherans got together for a big meeting. I’ll tell you all about it soon.
Sunday: Worship. Nap. Two episodes of Mad Men. But not the season finale, so let’s not discuss it!
Monday: Pastoral visits with Zoe. Worship planning. Litchfield Library. First night of Vacation Bible School out at First, where Zoe had a blast and I debuted my “young, hip, and very rich” look for the skit. Here’s how it turned out:
Pardon my awkward pose. And expression. And the fact that I can’t give you a full profile shot tonight because there is no good spot to stand in our house. Luckily, I’ll be wearing this outfit every night for the rest of the week, so I should have a few more chances to get a good photo.
Here’s how the outfit came together: A cute dress, scarf, and cardigan from my closet. A pair of shoes that are Toms-esque, but actually Target brand. A men’s hat, also from Target, selected by my fab friend B, who took me on the finest shopping date I have been on in ages. (Shopping without a screaming kid and with a fun friend? Truly luxurious, dear people.)
So, that’s the new news in Litchfield. What’s keeping you busy these days?
“This rocket costume is cute, if you have a boy,” said the other mother pawing (excuse me: perusing) the 70% off Halloween costumes at Target this weekend.
Well, I do not have a boy, but I do have a girl who picked that rocket costume over a variety of dresses, a Scooby Doo suit, and an airplane (pro tip: if you have the opportunity to choose between a plane and a rocket, you obviously want the rocket).
She held the rocket costume in her arms through the rest of our Target trip and the whole car ride home, where she immediately put it on and started jamming on her kitty keyboard.
I’m pretty sure this episode of Yo Gabba Gabba is responsible (apologies for the poor video quality, if you are so inclined to check it out). Thanks, Nick Jr., for teaching my child that rockets are better than princesses. At least for now . . .
This weekend found me hunting for clothes pins and gourds in a corn maze by flashlight, attempting to teach fourth graders about the Bible, screaming like a girl in the haunted house in the church basement, celebrating Zoe’s baptismal birthday some more, and wearing my Very Favorite Ordination / Reformation / Pentecost Shoes through two worship services and a potluck dinner. No wonder I’m moving even more slowly than usual this Monday morning. I mean: Monday afternoon (see what I’m saying?).
Zoe was also moving slowly this morning, in the sense that running around the house while your mother attempts to feed and dress you is “slow”. But: she was beyond thrilled to don her beloved bumble bee costume. So much so that she resisted other parts of the outfit, like pants. (Pro tip: call them “bumblebee pants” and you are good to go.)
She perched adorably on her Big Wheel tricycle, but of course I couldn’t find the camera. So, here are a few photos of her outside of day care, where I tried to make her pose after we picked up the camera from Grandma’s house (no wonder I couldn’t find that thing).
Waving bye bye to Daddy, who was waiting in the car. "He's not driving away!" she said, apparently disappointed that he was waiting for Mama.
More and better photos to follow, I hope. If we are very lucky, she may even keep the antenna on for more than three seconds in a row.
My heart sank as Zoe and I got out of the car at the library today. Getting out of the car in front of us were Snow White, a hippie, and a superhero. Getting out of the car next to us were Buzz Lightyear and Woody.
“Were they supposed to wear their costumes today?” I asked Buzz and Woody’s mom.
“Well, they could if they wanted to,” she graciously answered.
Zoe noticed (“I’m not wearing my costume!”) but was not upset (“I’ve got my shirt on!” she proudly told the librarian). I, on the other hand, was crushed.
Seriously, you guys. I was thisclose to dashing back home and grabbing Zoe’s bumblebee costume. It’s partly that I love Halloween and dressing up, but mostly it’s that I don’t want my kid to be left out. And I certainly don’t want my kid to be left out because I missed the wear-your-costume-to-story-hour memo. (Pro Tip: Never skip story hour right before Halloween. Apparently.)
Thankfully, those five kids were actually the only ones wearing costumes. Also thankfully, the other moms and grandmas had clearly not gotten the memo either, so we all felt like bad parents together.
Solidarity, my friends. That’s what it’s all about.