Alice and I have Wednesday mornings alone, which I love. The nursery at church will watch her free of charge from 9:30-noon if I need to run child-free errands, but usually I don’t bother, and we just have a nice morning together.
Today she’s toddling around the house, enjoying the fact that Helen’s not yanking her arms or taking toys away from her. And she comes over every minute or so for a hug. She is an incredibly affectionate child.
A few minutes ago, she found her apple green fleece hoodie (an LL Bean hand-me-down from her big sister), which is one of my favorite child-related purchases ever. We got 2 winters out of it for Helen, and will likely get 2 more winters out of it for Alice (after we FINALLY wrenched it out of Helen’s hands — she had a snitfit the first time we got it out this year, because she insisted it was HER coat even though it wouldn’t cover beyond her elbows anymore). Nothing like 4 years of solid use to make it a very well-spent $30. I love LL Bean.
But I digress. She brought me the hoodie, and tried to put it on. Which basically means that she rubbed it over her head until her hair was all standing straight up, and then she handed it to me. It took us a while to master the peculiar dance of getting her oriented properly (and the coat oriented properly) to put it on her right. She wanted the hood up, and she wanted it zipped. And she walked around for half an hour like that, an apple green elf eating little squares of cheese and turkey pepperoni slices.
Tee hee.
I love that little coat. I will probably cry when they both have outgrown it.
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