Scarlet is a splash in the mud, get back up if you fall down, trucks are cool kinda chick. She's has yet to swoon over sparkles, bobbles or books like Fancy Nancy and Pinkalicious. She's never cared what I dress her in, so we haven't really dabbled in the dress-up stuff I've collected for her. Yesterday I pulled out the stash of tutus that I purchased when I was still pregnant and boy oh boy - Scarlet was in awe. Not only did she immediately start asking to "put on! put on!" but once it was on, the "pwintheth" skirt wasn't coming off again. It went on over her outfit and then again over her pjs at bed time. Like any obsession, things escalated from there. It started with her going to each door and telling all occupants of the house "Eyen a pwintheth!" while doing an o-so-dainty (read awkward and nobby) tippy toe princess dance. By bed time she had two tutus and a tea party goin' on. I attempted to take them off before I put her in her crib and was met with a Beeble banshee screech that is apparently some sort of parent diverting super power gained whilst wearing the tutu. I laid my darling, angel-face (newly diva-esque) girl down and let her sleep with the frills. Picked my battle there and that sound wasn't worth the fight, or the heart ache for her.
This is the beginning, of what I'm not sure. But it's up to Scarlet to use her
petticoat power for good or evil.
This is the beginning, of what I'm not sure. But it's up to Scarlet to use her
petticoat power for good or evil.
PS - How is it that ALL little spunky girls like to pair their tutus with golashes? Scarlet insisted on trying on her rain boots with every tutu enhanced outfit.
