Preschooler Problems {#186: boots with the fur}

Gianna is my little fashionista, or something like that.  She wears what she wants and refers to it as her “Gianna style” which I actually have grown to embrace.  Probably because embracing it avoids many tears and morning frustrations.

Anyway, we were in the car the other day talking about her boots and our conversation went like this:

Gianna: Mommy, I don’t think I like these boonts anymore.

Me: Oh, why not? Are they too small?

Gianna: No, they don’t have the fur all the way around and to the bottom.

Me: Yes they do…

Gianna: NO! They have a button on the side, see it? SEE IT? (she yells at me when I can’t turnaround to look at her rightthisminute because I am you know, DRIVING!)

Me: Okay, what’s wrong with a button?

Gianna: I want the kind with the fur all the way around and to the bottom. You know what I am talking about don’t you mommy? (not a cluee…) You know, like my friend C at school has – kind of like these ones wif no button.

Me: (I finally think I know what she is talking about) Like your brown ones that are too small?

Gianna: Kinda, except I want boonts like C has – wif the tag on the back that says UGGS.

Me: You are not telling me that your friend has Uggs…..

Gianna: Ya mommy, they have a tag on them and they have fur all the way around and to the bottom.

Me: proceeds to tell her why she can not have UGGS at 4 years old and about how it doesn’t matter if your boots have a tag on them or not blah blah blah

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I can’t believe I just had a conversation about UGGS and that my PRESCHOOLER just name-branded me. I mean, I expected this nonsense eventually but not in preschool! Clearly the 4 year old fashion world is evolving very quickly and we are NOT keeping up.  And I don’t really care – your target brand boots with the fur are juuuuust fine, my darling!

Wordless Wednesday: Time Warp

Gianna’s first day of preschool 2012:

Gianna’s first day of preschool 2013:

 

It is really quite amazing what a difference a year makes. 

But and Also of extreme importance: WHERE DID MY BABY GOOOO?

Don’t Blink

I can’t really believe that this little girl started her first year of preschool in September.

She has grown SO MUCH since then.

Her biggest accomplishments are being able to draw all of her shapes, being able to draw a detailed self-portrait (OMG you guys, it is so cute! her most recent one includes nail polish, bracelets, a necklace and a bow!), cutting with scissors and probably a hundred other things I can’t even think of right now because it is late.

She has made new friends. Read a lot of new books. Learned a lot of new songs.  She can even say the pledge of allegiance! My little chatter box is even MORE chattery and social than she was when she started.  We are really proud of her and all she has learned.  Her most memorable lesson is probably that you don’t run at school “or else you fall and bust your eye open”.

I think she is really going to miss her teacher and her school friends, but she will tell you that she is VERY excited for summer be-cation to start!  (and we are slightly glad to have a break from the “clothes fight” for a few months!)

I am just not sure how they grow up so quickly and you don’t even realize it.  Before I know it she will be graduating from high school. And THAT is totally unbelievable at this point.

Right now, I am trying not to blink too fast so that I can soak up all of her.  I don’t want to miss a thing.

Happy first-last day of school, my little bug.  (or, happy first-first day of summer break!)

Attack of the Pants

Preschool is going awesome for my threenager, she loves it, she is learning a lot and my kitchen counter and refrigerator are forever overflowing with crafts.

But we have one little problem.

Pants.

Getting this girl dressed in the morning is like experiencing the world war of preschool fashion.

We have tried everything – picking clothes out the night before, letting her pick whatever she wants, having her pick from two choices, and everything in between.  Some days it’s a none issue (those are the same days she wears a dress or a skirt).

But it always comes down to the pants.

you would think that every single pair of pants she owns have teeth that try to gnaw her legs off.

a little bit like this (except with less happy faces, more flailing limbs and approximately 28 decibels of ear piercing screeching):

The pink skinny jeans that are FREAKING CUTE? those usually result in the largest amount of outrage even if I am just moving them out of the way to find something else.  I have never witnessed such a fight over pants. She HATES them for some unknown reason.  Jeans? you have got to be kidding me, right?  And all other pants, to be honest.

Getting her to wear anything on her legs that is not tights or leggings turns into a wrestling match 95% of the time.  The tights and leggings only result in a wrestling match about 15% of the time. It is all kinds of intense around these parts before I have even had my coffee.

Obviously all pants posses some type of dangerous property that only Gianna is aware of.

It seriously is bullshit.

Also bullshit that we live in a place where it is now freaking cold and wearing skirts and dresses everyday will possibly result in icicle legs.  Which, is a chance I may or may not be willing to take on any given day.  We try to let her wear dresses, skirts, leggings, tights, etc. most of the time to avoid dealing with the attack of the pants – but sometimes, there are just no more leggings clean! and then? look out.

so, if you hear screams and chants of “NO PANTS, I DON’T LIKE PANTS” from wherever you are, just know there is no harm being done, we are only trying to get the threenager dressed for school.