Wednesday, September 11, 2013
Sammi and the pajamas
When she gets up for preschool she will only get dressed if I promise she can put them back on when she gets back from school.
She carries them to school in her backpack.
She starts asking to wear them again as soon as she gets in the van.
She tells me when she wakes up in the mornings that she needs to go back to sleep if I even look like I am going to suggest we wear something other than these pajamas.
Her loving father bought her these princess jammies hoping she would at least let the pink ones get washed.
Nope. Those are no good.
I spent some of my time today while she was at preschool sewing a pair of pants to go with another princess jammie shirt I picked up at goodwill. She saw them when she got home and went screaming through the house "I DONT WANT IT!" and then threw them in the trash and went and got the pink ones to put back on.
If 10 years from now you see a pre-teen wearing excessively small princess jammies you should know you have found my Sammi girl. LOL
*I sold the fetal doppler today. One more piece of baby gear out of the house, but more importantly, one scary piece of baby gear out of the house. I bought that during the very dark days when everyone was sure Sammi would die. And look at her now. Victory is mine you assholes. Proud mama of THREE miracles now. :-)