Shopping

The other day, Kaylyn asked if I would take her shopping for some "girly" clothes. That day, the heavens opened and I DID hear the angels singing the Hallelujah chorus. She has been really against looking at all "girly" for about a year now. I am so sick of my beautiful firstborn girl choosing to dress like a boy.

Soooooooooo, that is why I struck while the iron was hot and took advantage of this wonderful change of heart.

I was a bad mom, again, and took Kaylyn out of school to go shopping. The kid has straight A's so I refuse to feel guilty about taking a little time off school. (One girlfriend has accused me of making school optional. Well, some days I guess I'm guilty as charged.) We have VERY little one on one time, so this was a special day. Gary has been working crazy hours (he has a new position at work and is still can't leave the responsibilities of the old position behind-Hey, shouldn't he get paid twice?) and our weekends have been nuts. We really haven't had a spare moment, let alone a few hours to get out and go shopping. (Please remember, we live in the middle of nowhere-it's at least an hour of travel time round trip to get to a clothing store!)

We went to Kohl's and bought out the girl's department. Well, not really, but we did buy quite a few really cute outfits for Kaylyn. My goodness, that child is absolutely GORGEOUS!!! I would kill for her little figure! (I'll post some pictures tomorrow.) I think she really felt pretty. That was the best part of the day for me-she finally saw herself as the pretty girl she is! She is growing up just way too fast. I can hardly stand it. After that, we had a wonderful lunch and ran to the grocery and Wal-Mart before heading home. Once home, she gave a fashion show for Grammy and the boys and again for Daddy when he got home.

It was a wonderful, much needed connecting day for us. Not to mention, I am now the coolest Momma EVER since I made her day so much more fun than boring old school! (Fear not, the cool Momma glow will fade before all the clothes get worn, I am afraid.)