Anyways somewhere during the middle of it all I took her to Target, turned her loose in the shoe aisle and said "You can pick whatever you want but you can't wear them until you potty all the time." (and now you have that Eddy Murphy song going through your head. You're welcome.)
Shoes are a mighty motivator for this kid.
After examining every pair in the store she decided on the ones that I knew she would pick as soon as I laid eyes on them:
|LEEOW SHOES. Leeow as in Meow with a L. I don't know why but she's always said it this way.|
I made it during a naptime after she was particularly good on a trip to the park. Listened to me, followed directions, left without a fight. All those things that make you feel like maybe something is getting through:
|More gets through than you think, mommy.|
|Less time sewing more time RUNNING.|
The fabric was, of course, picked out by my daughter. Jo Anne's is quite possibly her favorite place on the planet. Despite the um... trashy... tranny... shiny... insane... nature of the cheetah print with gold sparkles she loved it so much I had to get it.
|I don't know what you're talking about. Shiny and kitty cat? How can that be anything but AWESOME.|
Her exact words? "OH. MY. GOODNESS. MOMMY MAKE IT UP A SKIRT. LOOK. HOW. SHINY."