Unlike the past few years, this year our St. Patrick’s day was very quiet. Our friends the Fitzpatricks had just come back into town so there was no annual St. Fitzpatrick’s Day party. Instead we celebrate with just the 5 of us and the dog. It was lovely though.
Mama had only just gotten out of the shower and was forced to be ‘festive’ by the husband
Daddy had a morning tea picnic outside with the little ones
He actually chose to wear this. That’s my boy.
My beautiful girl. She chose these sunglasses and the hairclip and DID NOT take them off all day, not even when I took her shoe shopping, which is a whole other story (see below).
Higher daddy, higher. That’s what daddy heard ALL DAY.
Applying her sparkles … the girl is addicted to lip gloss.
Truck, truck. He loves his new truck.
Run Marisol, run …
While I enjoyed my Midori Martini, knitted green squares for Flynn’s blanket and watched The Women (which was absolutely fabulous by the way), this is what I could see out the living room window. They had taken their drinks and snacks out to their gazebo. Such big kids.
Flynn letting the letter ‘b’ have a drink with Sparky. What a good boy.
So after our St. Patrick’s Day festivities were over with I took Marisol out for some much needed girl time to go shoe shopping. We’d held a yard sale last Sunday and she was only left with 3 pairs of shoes … I know that seems like a lot, but she only had sneakers, black boots and flip flops. She really needed some shoes or sandals to wear with dresses and skirts.
Off we went to the mall. We went into the first store and Miss Diva chose yet another pair of flip flops, but fancy ones with a pretty flower and hard sole … you know a dressy version of a flip flop. They were cute, I was almost prepared to go along with her selection, so while we browsed the store, I let her wear them to make sure they were going to be comfortable.
We headed off in the direction of toddler clothing so she could pick a couple of dresses and I could get some shorts for Flynn … I tell you, I really, really cleaned out their wardrobes for the yard sale and they were left with barely anything. The Diva chose 6 Ralph Lauren dresses in a matter of moments. Mmmmm, I guess she really is my girl. Thank goodness we were at Marshalls. She pulled the dresses off the racks by herself (not necessarily choosing the right size), told me they were for her and off she went. Ummm, I don’t think so little miss. I had her talk to her daddy on the phone who explained that she could only choose 2. She agreed and went back to the racks and chose 2 more ha ha. This one is sneaky I tell you. I sat in the aisle and explained to her that no, she couldn’t in fact choose 2 more, she had to pick 2 out of the dresses in her arms. She was not impressed but went along with the plan, until mummy decided that she did in fact need 3 dresses, because the last one was too cute not to get. Then she went about finding clothes for Flynn. Such a good little helper she is.
After spending a CONSIDERABLE amount of time clothes shopping, she decided her new fancy flip flops did in fact hurt and she didn’t want them. So back to the shoe section we went. Where she decided on …. CROCS. Ugh. They were hot pink and sparkly and she WANTED THEM NOW MUMMY.
I showed her every other shoe there, but ‘NO MUMMY’ is all I heard. I caved and let her try them on. She was off, running through the aisles in her St. Patrick’s Day gear, complete with sunglasses and hot pink crocs. She was the happiest girl in the store and had everyone in fits of laughter. We head to the checkout and she won’t give them to me. She was scared I was going to take them back. So I had to lift her up onto the checkout so the cashier could scan her feet. He was nice enough to find some scissors and cut off the tags so she could wear them out of the store. We left the store with 3 new dresses, a pair of shorts for Flynn and CROCS. No pretty shoes or sandals. Nothing to wear with her pretty dresses when we go out.
So we went to another store. We headed straight for the children’s shoe department. She hated every pair there. She wanted to go home and see daddy. She sat on the floor, demanded her Crocs be taken off immediately and her dirty old sneakers put back on so we could see daddy. Ugh.
She is such a DIVA.