He took the kids out for some errands today. She had the biggest smile--out with her Abba, wearing the new hat that just arrived yesterday in a grandma care package.
We'd gone on a special outing to the post office (the three of us), waited patiently for our number, balanced the box gingerly on the stroller awning, Whatsapped Bubby the requisite photo to let her know we'd gotten the package and gleefully tore into it, discovering the beautiful dollar store treasures that only a grandma can find (and bother purchasing).
The hat, that happens to match her the sun hat her baby brother wears every day, became a fast favorite. It's the cure for her "sun in my eyes" complaint, the mode for teaching her responsibility for her belongings, and an adorable fashion accessory.
Until this morning. Adorned by her new hat, sunglasses, dolly and sparkly pink tutu, she, Abba and the baby made their way to the butcher and the baker (but not the candlestick maker--out of my price range).
After picking up her treat and making a potty pit stop, they began their sunny (oh, it's sunny) trek home.
But Where's The Hat?
Look right, left and across the street. It's not around, nowhere to be found.
After a short backtrack and a phone call to Mom (that's me!), the hat was recovered. Someone had found it and hung it up on a tree branch for easy relocation, and she was ecstatic. Right back on her head it went.
It's here. They're both home now, her and the hat. It's very important to her today.
But who knows? Tomorrow, it may be relegated to the dress up box with Abba's old belt and the Hello Kitty purse and matching shoes to be worn only on special occasions.
It might fly out the window or off her head once again.
We'd gone on a special outing to the post office (the three of us), waited patiently for our number, balanced the box gingerly on the stroller awning, Whatsapped Bubby the requisite photo to let her know we'd gotten the package and gleefully tore into it, discovering the beautiful dollar store treasures that only a grandma can find (and bother purchasing).
The hat, that happens to match her the sun hat her baby brother wears every day, became a fast favorite. It's the cure for her "sun in my eyes" complaint, the mode for teaching her responsibility for her belongings, and an adorable fashion accessory.
Until this morning. Adorned by her new hat, sunglasses, dolly and sparkly pink tutu, she, Abba and the baby made their way to the butcher and the baker (but not the candlestick maker--out of my price range).
After picking up her treat and making a potty pit stop, they began their sunny (oh, it's sunny) trek home.
But Where's The Hat?
Look right, left and across the street. It's not around, nowhere to be found.
After a short backtrack and a phone call to Mom (that's me!), the hat was recovered. Someone had found it and hung it up on a tree branch for easy relocation, and she was ecstatic. Right back on her head it went.
It's here. They're both home now, her and the hat. It's very important to her today.
But who knows? Tomorrow, it may be relegated to the dress up box with Abba's old belt and the Hello Kitty purse and matching shoes to be worn only on special occasions.
It might fly out the window or off her head once again.