So I think I could be creating a diva. Actually I know I am and I think it may already be too late to change. I am talking about my little princess, see there I go, I should have just said Ava. We had a girls day yesterday. The boys played golf while the girls went shopping. She loves it WAY TO MUCH. And I can't say the apple falls far from the tree. I was the same way when I was her age and still am. So I am sympathetic to whomever she marries. The whole purpose of the shopping trip was to get Ava & Logan a few more winter clothes. They outgrow everything every season. Must be nice, new wardrobe every season. Well I was right on track with Logan and got exactly what he needed. Ava however is another story. She made out like a bandit and sweet talked me the whole way. Looking back, I can't believe she already outwitted me. I mean she got stuff she totally didn't need. Like another ballerina tutu. I mean she already has three. More skinny jeans, she's catching up to me. She was lucky they didn't have her size in all the shoes she wanted. She loves flats! An leggings, c'mon. I swear she must have every color and pattern possible. She has a closet to make any 3 year old girl envious. And that's the thing, she's only 3. She ended up with: skinny jeans, cords, leggings, tutu, scarves, pajamas, panties, holiday dress, headbands, shoes, long sleeve shirts, short sleeved shirts, sweatshirt, pea coat, gloves, hats, socks, and some Hello Kitty stuff. Well, when I finally got out of there, she of course was hungry and wanted a milkshake. What else could I do right, I just had to top it off. So I was proceeding to go through a drive-thru until she was begging me please, "let's go to a restaurant." So...what Ava wanted, she got. Oh, and the whole time she is constantly re-applying her Tinkerbell lip gloss. Now I guess I have some serious toughening up to do!
