Little Miss got a really cute new shirt. Ok, so I bought it for her. Because I’ve been ogling the shirts that Karen makes for months and months and we’re finally at a point where Little Miss is moving into a new size where we don’t have a bunch of hand me downs. Ok, as many hand me downs. Ok ok ok. It was too cute, and I couldn’t not have it. I admit it.
Little Miss opened the package herself when it arrived, and immediately held it up against her body to see what it would look like. Mommy, I’m be-yoooo-tiful. Look at my new shirt? Isn’t it be-yoooo-tiful? Why, yes. Yes, it is (thanks, Karen!).
Of course, this is the shirt she chose to wear the next morning. She was so excited to get to choose pants to match, and she did a pretty good job. Once dressed, she announced that she wanted to do a photo shoot. Mommy, go get your camera. I need pictures.
And so I did. I placed her carefully on the steps so that the bright colors of the shirt and pants would have nothing distracting from it. And then she couldn’t sit still. She had to talk. She had to move. She had to get the kitty involved. I kept snapping pictures, hoping that I would capture something worthwhile.
When I finally gave up, Little Miss wanted to see the results. I’ve discovered that this merely means she wants proof that I took her picture. She doesn’t care what she looks like or what she’s doing. It’s all about, That’s me! Look, more me, Mommy! I’m in that picture. See me, Mommy?
Oh well. She’s only three. And a half. I can’t forget that precious half. There’s only so much I can hope for, right?
PS It isn’t just me. My mom saw the shirt and took with her one of the business cards that Karen so conveniently enclosed. Now I need one for Mister Man!