If I haven't already mentioned that we have incredible friends, then shame on me. I'm sure by the end of this entry you'll be convinced. Several months ago, my sweet friend Dynelle, who has two girls, brought me a wee Dora chest full of Dora Princess dress-up clothes that her daughters had outgrown. Teagan was in heaven. Not long after, my dear friend Katie gave us a bag of dress-up clothes that her little girl was finished with. To sweeten a deal that you wouldn't think could get any sweeter, Dynelle gave me a little bookshelf she'd turned into a closet for dress-up clothes. It's darling.
Dressing up has brought out Teagan's creativity like I haven't seen it before. Some of the combinations that she comes up with have me rolling in the aisles. Namely, Dwight Schrute's evil twin sister on a Hawaiian vacation and The Wicked Ladybug of the West, as seen in the photo. She's quite partial to the ladybug costume, and she's oblivious to the fact that it grows shorter and shorter. She loves to "fly" off the couch and is always pairing it with something weird, like a witch's hat or pajamas. It has been such a hoot.
She still loves to experiment with her dress-up clothes - thanks to Daddy, we've added glasses and redneck teeth - but has taken it to the next level with her own clothes and accessories. It's a good thing we don't leave the house much. Or perhaps this is the reason why? Every day is a new fashion adventure. You never know when she'll pop out wearing a onesie that was too small months ago, paired with her floaties and Sunday shoes, or wear full-on rain gear (minus pants) do do puzzles. Sidenote: she has picked up on hiding her hand in her sleeve, pretending it's missing. Sooner than I thought it would happen, but she thinks it's hilarious. She'd make Lady Gaga proud with one "costume" (her word) of her booster seat strapped to her behind and a dish towel over her head. What a gal.
It used to be that she would hole up in her room and curl up with a good pile of books. Now, if I leave her alone for longer than 2 minutes, she's emptied every bin in the place - socks, hats, pajamas, bloomers, panties, you name it. The first few times, I lost my patience and demanded that it be cleaned up immediately. These days, I will take half an hour of peace in exchange for 10 minutes of clean-up. And yes, that's a backwards bathing suit underneath leggings.
When she wakes up before Brandon leaves, he assumes the role of saint and takes care of her until he has to go to work. About half the time, she wakes up as he opens the garage and comes to wake me. The last week or so, she hasn't woken me, and instead busies herself destroying her closet. There are some days when the extra few minutes of sleep is worth it, but sometimes it is decidedly not. So. Much. Bending. She cleared the bottom shelf of every shred of clothing, so I moved it all to the top rack. Now, she stands on various totes and diaper boxes in order to yank everything from the top shelf. We'll just say I'm fostering her creativity and allowing her to exercise independence. Sigh.
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