Jenna and I are still in northern Michigan (we’ll head home in one week). Tonight we decided to go into town to eat dinner. We told Jenna we were going to eat, but in the car on the way, she became determined that we were going to the farmer’s market. I asked her what she wanted to buy at the market, and she thought a minute and said, “Shoes!” A girl after my own heart. We got to the restaurant, and Jenna became distressed. “No! NO! Not eat! I want to go to the farmer’s market!” In a teary voice filled with despair she said, “I want to buy shoes!” And so it begins…. She settled down when I promised her we would go shop for shoes another day.
Last week, my sister came up to my parents’ house. Jenna is loving all this attention. I have a feeling I’m going to be in for a small slice of hell when we get home, and the attention level drastically drops, but I’ll just let her eat it up while she can. Anyhoo, the girls, (my mom, sister, Jenna and I) drove to the outlet mall (one hour away). Jenna is quite the shopper. She pulls out clothes from the rack and says, “Look at this! This is NIIICE.” She refused to get in the stroller the whole time and walked the entire length of the mall.
The grand finale of the shopping trip was Jenna’s purchase of a beautiful patent pink purse with a black bow, compliments of “Gammaw”. She picked it herself. She walked right over to it, put it on her arm, and said, “This one is for Jenna.” So much for limiting the pinkness, glitter, froo-froo and fluff. My little girl’s all over it like white on rice. Sigh. She’s in love and SO proud of her little bag. Papa asked her what it’s for and she responded (without hesitation), “To put money in. I need money.” You go girl.