I bought R some gorgeous dresses this spring.
Girls are so much more fun than boys to dress, and these dresses were sweet and colorful and floaty and just...nice.
So of course she wanted nothing to do with them. I had almost resigned myself to a summer of my daughter wearing shorts and pink tshirts when suddenly the other night Rosey....changed her mind.
'I want a pretty day.' she said. 'The red and white dress?'
The next day: 'Oooh! The flowered one!'
Today she looked cool and grown-up in a seersucker sundress, sweet and crisp.
And now we're fighting to get her out of the dresses and into shorts for tonight.
T-ball and floaty pretty things don't much mix.