Pink Shoes

I keep telling people that I'm going to get away with dressing Blair as girly as possible for as long as I can, because I'm painfully aware that she may reach a point where she boycotts pink clothes and hair bows. Well ... it's beginning to look like she may be more on board with being a girly-girl than I thought!

After Christmas, my Mom and I took Blair shoe shopping. She usually wears her little tennis shoes to day care, and she was beginning to protest a bit. So I wanted to get her a pair of casual brown shoes that we could alternate in with the tennis shoes. We got to Stride Rite and they measured her feet, then we looked around for the right pair of shoes. I found a good, sensible pair of brown mary-janes and asked the sales woman to see if they had them in Blair's size.

While she was in the back looking, Blair bounced over to where I was standing. Then, in a very excited voice, I heard "PINK! Pink shoes, mommy!" I looked down to see what she was talking about, and she had found a pair of bright pink mary-janes just like the brown ones I'd requested.

About that time, the sales woman came back and informed me that they did not have the brown ones in Blair's size. So, I did what any sucker-of-a-mom would do and asked her to check to see if they had the pink ones. She came back a few seconds later with a shoe box in hand. She helped Blair up onto the bench so that she could put the shoes on her. As soon as she took one of the shoes out of the box and Blair saw that it was the pink shoe, she said "I like dees."

Needless to say, she wore the pink shoes out of the store.