This child. She is obsessed with her shoes. Those silver shoes with the bows on them? She loves them. They are too small but she loves to carry them around the house and so, softie that I am, I put them in her toy basket.
The problem with that is that Scarlette has no idea that means they are no longer for wearing. She kept bringing them to me and holding her little foot up in the air for me to put them on her. I tried explaining to her that they don’t fit her anymore but she was incredibly insistent. Finally I figured I’d buckle them on and let her get annoyed with them and take them off herself. Except what happened was that she took off the one that was too tight and walked around all morning with just one shoe on.
She was very pleased with herself.
We typically start out the morning with all of her shoes lined up nicely in her closet. We pick out her clothes and then she goes over to her shoes and picks which ones she wants to wear. Sometimes I attempt to guide this choice for the sake of fashion. Throughout the course of the day she makes several trips from her closet to the living room, carrying a shoe or two and depositing them in the bottom of her excersaucer.
For a kid who only says about four words, she’s constantly doing things that crack me up.
Like how when I put her down for a nap, she was wearing sweatpants. And when she woke up from her nap, I noticed on the monitor that she wasn’t wearing any pants. “That silly girl took off her pants again” I said to Jeff. But then I went in to get her and discovered that she had not only taken off her pants, she had attempted to put them on Mr. Fox. (Not my father. Her stuffed fox. We’re very clever at naming her stuffed animals.)
First of all, I didn’t even know she could do that. Second of all, Mr. Fox is wearing socks, a vest and a tie but no pants. Apparently, Scarlette felt as though his nekkidness needed to be covered and graciously offered up her own clothing to hide his shame. It was a proud mommy moment. My kid is a genius and obviously all of my lessons about how “Easter isn’t just about this basket full of sidewalk chalk and slinkies” were taken to heart. That last sentence is completely facetious. I mean, I did try to tell her that. But she’s 17 months old. She was like “SLINKY!!!! SCARLETTE, OUT!”
Do you know what else she’s started doing? No you don’t, that’s why I’m writing about it on the internet. You’re welcome, Dad. Anyhow, she’s started singing. Only she doesn’t know any words. And she only likes the song Free Falling. But we’ve noticed that when it’s playing, she’ll start “singing” along. But only on the chorus. John Mayer is all “and I’m free-eee-ee” and Scarlette is raising her arms above her head singing “eeeeeee ohhhh.” Here is a terrible video of this cuteness.
After I took these instagram photos, I immediately swept my floors and washed my windows. No, I didn’t. Actually, I did sweep but only because we have a new occupational therapist coming tomorrow and I want to seem like my house is somewhat presentable. And by that I mean I’ll just shut all the doors to the bedrooms and spray some Febreze around five minutes before she gets here. It’s homemade Febreze from Pinterest so that completely cancels out my terrible housekeeping skills.
Also, if you get the title reference of this post, I feel as though we should definitely be friends. Or you are my sister.
