Tuesday, February 12, 2008
you've been replaced
oh my, have the tables turned. on a whim, lily and i ventured into old navy to look for a valentines outfit. while our vday outfit was marginal at best, we stumbled across (drumroll please) jelly's.
now if you or your sister never owned a pair of jellys- one- you haven't lived, and two- its really not to late- (let your daughter live the dream).
apparently, even i forgot the supernatural lure of jelly's as i watched my daughter flock to them like a duck on a june bug.
now if you know lily or have at least seen her in the last 6 months you know that she is never caught without her "red shiny shoes." they are an every day battle that i finally conceded defeat. at first the novelty was sweet from adoring bystanders, "oh, you've got your dorothy shoes on!" or "wow, i love those red sparkly shoes, aren't you something else in those!" then as time went on and the sparkle began to fade and the glitter melted away, i heard, "what are you going to do when she grows out of them?" well, most parents are left with one of two choices- either get a new pair just like them, or just tell her it's time to move on. well, once again- with lily there will be no "moving on" on anyone's clock but her own. so in my futile attempt at encouraging a change, i bought her the same exact shoes in pink. they were alluring at first, but after about 11 wears, she was back to ol red.
so yesterday marked a monumental occasion for us at old navy when we came across something that apparently she had been searching for her entire life. i'll be honest, i do fear that the adoration she has for these jelly's may be even greater than what she experienced with her red shiny shoes...
...as evidenced last night when after wearing them all day, she insisted on wearing them to bed. B conceded by putting her jammies on and then the shoes back on- but i had to draw the line at bedtime with a compromise of letting them "sleep" next to her. this morning instead of the usual jovial lily making her way up to our room with the beloved baby josie, we hear cries of frustration through the monitor because she had "too much stuff" to bring up (ie, josie and her new shoes.) B came to her rescue and she promptly got in bed with me with, low and behold, her new, precious jelly's snug on her feet.
oh, i feel sorry for us in 10 years.