And as much as I'm opposed to the "princess" theme that surrounds the only girl amongst two boys, G seems to think it's incredibly appropriate. He wants to buy her princess everything. Whether this is him responding to marketing (probable) or relaying what his female class mates like (probable) I am not sure. But he is convinced that new baby sister should be Cinderella for Halloween, and he will be Spiderman and brother will be Captain America.
This touches on all his favorites.
Mom, a fan of Disney to be sure, would rather a J.M. Barrie theme, and G as Captain Hook, D as Peter, and sweet no name as Tink.
I was quickly and loudly overruled.
But the time Halloween rolls around D will have as many an opinion as G. They already argue endlessly over TV programming. G grew out of Thomas long before D did, and it's cut short D's panache for the show. G would rather watch How to Train your Dragon than Finding Nemo, but I think D finds HTD to be too intense.
And compromise is not a virtue either possess. Though we try.
Anyway. What was I talking about?
Shoe shopping. Nope. I hadn't gotten there yet.
Aww yes, G being interested in baby girl.
So today, and other days, he told me that baby sister will need clothes. Mom we don't have any clothes for her. Not entirely a true statement as I've collected a few things from friends and have purchased the errant onesie for my winter child, but from his perspective of what he sees around ... yes I'm sure she will need more things.
So today, while out getting the boys measured for new shoes (D complains to high heaven if his shoes are too tight) G said that we should get baby sister some new shoes. I said she wouldn't need them for some time because she won't be able to walk. But since he seems inclined to get something for the little thing I thought we'd go to the baby store next door to the shoe store and let the boys pick her something.
What did he pick? Three pairs of the same socks. He was adamant that she needed ALL OF THEM. It made no sense to me. I showed him cute shirts, nice pants ... Those are okay but she needs these socks mom. It was quite the battle talking him down to only one set of two pairs of $6 socks.
He did settle upon the footie pajamas too as I was putting everything back because he said she can't be cold.
His interest is cute and endearing.
The shoe shopping - side note - has improved some, over G's earlier shopping trips. At D's age or earlier G would have epic meltdowns if he had to give up his current shoes in favor of new ones. He's let go of some of that, though he was worried I was throwing away his current favorite pair of kicks. We didn't get shoes I love but they are better quality than what he was wearing so I have to call that a win.
D was going to get a pair of spiderman shoes just like brother, but then I showed him a pair of light up fire truck shoes (on sale) and he was smitten immediately. He wanted to wear them to bed. D is my shoe horse. He's always been a fan of shoes.
Speaking of D ... he is talking a ton now. Conversationally. I have caught him and G having meaningful exchanges, just the two of them, without an adult intermediary. Usually G is giving instruction or showing D something. But as of yesterday, there was some two-way talking. It's pretty neat.
I asked him today if he wanted peanut butter for lunch and he said, Mama I want hotdogs not peanut butter.
Well okay then. Hot dogs it is.
And if you ask him if he's okay ... I'm ok mama. Blocks fell. That was also today. It's just more sentient and less just repetition of the sounds he hears? If that makes sense. He is maturing before my very eyes. And it's crazy.
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