High Fashion

On New Year's morning, I was a little tired. I was trying to sleep in. And by sleep in, let me explain that I meant keeping myself unconscious past 7am.

I failed miserably, as Mister Man came bounding in long before 7am. He crawled atop me and gave me a hug before sitting at the foot of my bed, doing who knows what. I tried to pretend he wasn't there and go back to sleep. Within a few minutes, I heard Little Miss fussing that she wanted to wake up.

Logical solution? I sent Mister Man to go wake up Little Miss. Within moments, I felt Little Miss climb onto the bed to give me a hug. I hugged her back and felt something different. I half opened my eyes only to realize that she had on a nightcap.

Huh, I thought, in my sleep addled brain, Grandma must have gotten her new pajamas that have a matching cap. That's weird. After all, the wee ones had spent the past five days with Grandma and Grandpa while my husband and I were in San Antonio (I know, rough life), and Little Miss was wearing pajamas I'd never seen before.

Cute, isn't it? Oh. Wait. The pattern doesn't quite match, does it?

Then I looked a little closer. Nope, that wasn't a nightcap. Not even close.

Fortunately, that is clean underwear on her head at least and not something that had been previously soiled in any way.

I'm still not quite sure what she was thinking. Said underwear is now safely back on Snowy (her teddy bear). And yes, we do have a teddy bear in our house who wears nothing but Little Miss's underwear and some old infant socks. Oh, and a bow tie. Welcome to my life!

Sometimes, I Don't Hate People

Sometimes you don’t know if people are listening when you’re talking or not. Generally, it doesn’t matter, but every once in awhile people really surprise you by doing something completely unexpected and nice that just makes your day.

Before preschool starts and ends, all the moms at Little Miss’ preschool line up outside the classroom and wait for the doors to be open. Not surprisingly, we generally end up chatting while waiting.

A month or so ago, the topic of potty training had come up. Given that Little Miss’ birthday isn’t until August 1, she’s the second youngest in the class (one boy friend of hers is August 26), and many have started to be or have been potty trained.

We were discussing the various tactics we’ve used and our frustrations and challenges and successes. At some point in the conversation, I mentioned that Little Miss was convinced that she was going to be able to wear Mister Man’s old underwear when she potty trained – and that she’d have Thomas underwear when she used the potty.

This seemed to be ingrained in her mind somehow that potty training equals Thomas underwear. Apparently she was listening a year plus ago when we were potty training Mister Man. Usually, I’d be fine if there was some hand-me-down item of clothing or toy or whatever that’s not completely gender appropriate that she wanted. I’m not really hung up on the “boy” vs “girl” things.

However, while I’m not expert, I’ve noticed that boy underwear is designed differently from girl underwear. In looking at the design of boy underwear, I can’t see how it would be comfortable for a girl to wear, so I have told Little Miss that she can’t wear his underwear. And just like I can find absolutely no girl Thomas clothes (anyone who can sew or is looking for a business opportunity, start making Thomas clothes for girls – I know I’m not the only frustrated mom!), there is no girl Thomas underwear out there.

The conversation was pretty much left at that. Today, I went to pick up Little Miss from preschool, and one of the moms told me that she had something for me. I wasn’t expecting anything, but I thought maybe she hadn’t paid for the yearbooks that the other room mom and I had made and was giving me the money.

Nope, this mom totally rocks. She was in a store and saw some Thomas iron on transfers and immediately thought of Little Miss and her underwear dilemma. Now, all I have to do is buy some solid color underwear and make my own Thomas underwear with the transfers! How sweet is that mom?

That, and the preschool teachers totally rock, too. I got a huge Gerber daisy planter with other grasses, etc from them today as a thank you for being (such a great) room mom this year. Any bets as to how long before I kill it -- not that I want to?

(And yes, that is my massive cat Meow wanting to know when I'm coming inside. His brother Roar apparently had given up at that point. And yes, that's my laptop on the front porch. I was entering gift card sales during Mister Man's piano lesson when I took the picture.)