Fashionista

I came home from work this evening to this marvelous sight:

Rob said that she insisted on this winning getup all day - nothing more, nothing less - and I wholeheartedly approve, even though we're not a shoes-in-the-house family. She's so smitten with footwear of any kind - boots, her soft-soled pea pod slippers, Alex's soccer cleats, my boss Lisa's running shoes - and will often present us with her shoes to be placed on her pudgy little block feet (dead ringers for my own, heaven help her!). We made a family outing, sans helmet, to the garden for some mulberry picking and light weeding, then to the co-op for Member Appreciation Day, where we enjoyed 10% off our purchase of things that are handy to have round the house (Bulk baking soda for cleaning the home and teeth! Local organic hot dogs! Almond yogurt, walnuts, grade B maple syrup, brown basmati rice and whole wheat couscous!). Olive is usually most pleased to romp about in her diaper, but also really fancies trying on new things. With the warm weather, long sleeves are out, but tonight I dressed her in her cool weather owl pajamas so her little limbs wouldn't get too chilly in the night, and she marveled at the cuffs at her wrists and giggled as I buttoned the placket. Silly goon-girl.