Imitation Isn't So Bad

The word "imitation" has always had a bad reputation.  In some cases, I agree.  Imitation cheese as my husband recently learned...not so good.  However, my little one has hit the imitation stage and I just think it couldn't be any cuter!

My child is extremely stubborn in every way.  In fact, the other day I told her she had to say please in order to get another M&M and she walked away.  I have learned that it is much easier to get her to imitate us doing the right thing.  Or just anything at all.

My personal favorite is her mocking our standing positions.  Daddy likes to stand leaning against something with his feet crossed at the ankle.  This is now her favorite way to stand.

My second favorite imitation is how she leaves us.  Every time she walks out of the room she now says "Bye, Bye.  See ya!"  It's so cute that I smile every single time.  She is usually carrying a "purse" of some kind.

She is so stinking cute.  I hate all the times I have to actually say "Bye, bye.  See ya!" to my little mirror.  

  

Skinny Jeans...

Is it ironic or just plain cruel?  When two thirds of American adults are overweight, skinny jeans are all the rage.  Seriously??!!  Nevertheless, I was captivated by the catchy Old Navy commercials.  I had to buy a pair.  

Proof they will fit even those who are not skinny.  :)

So, as I am wearing my newest selection, my thoughts start to branch out... 

Path #1

I need a diet and workout plan.  This is not a new thought.  So, I put on my big girl panties (literally) and start the couch to 5k plan with my biggest supporter.  I start to perspire thinking about running.  This is not because I think I won't be able to do it.  It's because I am the least graceful person in the Midwest.  I am not kidding.  Several months ago I decided I would train for a 5k.  I went to the fitness center across from my office exactly one time.  I finish up my workout, and as I leave I notice a police officer sitting in his cardown the street a little bit.  I start to stress...should I go to the crosswalk?...can I cross here unnoticed?  Then, BAM...I am rolling into the middle of the street.  Oops...there are curbs here and I should make sure not to walk off them.  I am bleeding.  Clearly exercising is not smart for me.  The police officer didn't even get out to make sure I was not hurt.  

Anyway...I am committed to training and so far so good this go around.  Only one minor mishap of ripping my nail off putting on my tennis shoe.  The race is still several weeks away so I will keep you posted.  

Path #2

My sweet little girlie had the cutest pair of skinny jeans from Gap.  Of course, everything looks completely adorable on her.  It is so difficult to walk into a store and not leave with an outfit for her.  I should definitely start selling children's clothes.  I wonder how much it would cost to open a children's clothing boutique.  Maybe it would be better to only sell online.  Hmmmm.... something to highly consider.  

It's weird how so much can come from a Backstreet Boys laced Old Navy commercial.  HA!  

Thought Process

Old Navy Skinny Jeans -> Need to Diet -> Training for a 5k -> Falling into the Street -> Commitment

                                      

OR

Old Navy Skinny Jeans -> Cute Toddler Gap Skinny Jeans -> My Little Girl is so Cute -> Children's Clothing Boutique?

Homecoming Distress

So, maybe this is to deep for my first day, but I am putting it out there anyway.

I went for a walk tonight with my little family.  It is Homecoming Dance day so there were lots of people everywhere in my neighborhood taking pictures with all their friends.  I was almost instantly shocked and amazed.  Amazed that some of these girls could manage to walk in the extreme tightness also known as their dresses.  Shocked that their Dads let them out of the house that way.  Maybe this is the small town coming out in me or maybe I am behind the times, but seriously, people.  My Dad would still give me a spanking for wearing something like that.

This of course gets me thinking...I can't pick out my 20 month old's clothes anymore without her throwing an all out crying fit.  Please Lord, let my sweet little angel go to the homecoming dance with all her clothes covering her.  How do I teach a child to respect her own body enough to not want to show it all off?  I pray everyday that I am doing the right things raising my girl.

Thought process...

Walk -> Homecoming -> Whoa!  Dresses... -> My Little Girl -> Am I a Good Parent?

Welcome!

It's true...I am completely random.  Little pieces of things I see or hear everyday map the path of my thought process.  Come along on my journey and see how I get from A to B.  I hope you will you enjoy all my thoughts, whether they are amusing, deep, silly, or questioning!