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Amber has really come into her own with regards to her style.  The girl knows what she likes and she will fight to the death for it.  Okay, maybe she will stomp her feet and whine until I buy her the dress SHE likes and not the one I like. 

Long gone are the days where I can force what I like onto her.  She has been putting up the good fight since about 2 years old, but I could still muscle her into the cute baby dresses that I like.  Now, I am simply an old, feeble woman that just needs to get out of the mall and wants the whining to stop.

George had promised Amber a date day for Sunday.  Then we just happened to find ourselves at the mall on Saturday, of course, while there we had to stop at our regular stores and check out the sale racks.  It would be blasphemy to do anything else, like say go directly to the store we were there for, get a baby shower gift and leave.  OH THE HUMANITY!!!  Our walk through JCPenney landed us in front of an absolute adorable dress.  It was brown with large brightly colored dots, a blue sash and a full skirt, perfect for twirling.  Amber was all for it and exclaimed, “This will be perfect for my date day with Daddy.”  And that, my friends, is where I should have stopped.  However, being the shopping mentor for my daugther, I explained that she must be careful not to pick the first dress she stumbles upon.  We would check out other stores and if we didn’t find anything we would come back for this dress.  Well, we did find something else and Amber had to have it.  I admit it is a pretty dress and she looks lovely in it, but I really wanted the brown polka dotted dress.  I put up a good argument for MY dress, but she wasn’t having it, not even when I offered to buy both dresses.  I am assuming this a look at things to come. 

I will admit it ain’t so bad:

Prim and proper.

Now with more sass.
We are going to wait on the Manolo Blahniks for awhile.
Like when she can pay for them herself.

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I think we can agree that males have it pretty easy when it comes to shopping for clothing of any sort.  Basically, theirwardrobe, as my friend would say, is Garanimals easy.  There a few pieces and all you have to do is make sure the colors match.

Swimsuits are no exceptions.  From the time boys pop out of the womb they have one choice, 2 if you are daring, in the swimsuit arena, trunks.  Most times a swim diaper will do in a pinch and they are still wearing diapers.  Some will argue that the same goes for little girl babies.  Just put a swim diaper on them and go, but I think that mostly people, meaning mothers, like their little girls to look like little girls.  And this means dressing them in bright dainty colors and frills, even when swimming.  But what happens when those little girls start growing up and are subjected to images of Victoria’s Secret models and a society that believes sex can sell anything.

Have you looked at the state of little girl swimsuits, lately?  There are some that leave very little to the imagination, which for little girls is scary, and then there are some that look innocent enough, but then you notice that add little splash of sexy, which have you shrieking from the store.

Since Amber was a wee little baby I have tried to dress her in swimsuits that I feel are appropriate of her status as little girl and not hot sex kitten in training.  I have passed over the string bikinis, triangle tops and cut out swimsuits.  I stuck mainly to one pieces that look sport inspired or tankinis with rectangle tops and ample cover bottoms.  However, a question has been raised in my mind.  Would I prefer my little girl in some of the more skimpier versions of swimsuit or my future teen daughter?  Then I have a heart attack and rushed to the hospital never to be heard from again. Just thinking of my teenage daughter walking around with men, and younger boys, gawking at her just kills me. 

I would like to think that if I steer her in the right direction, now, then I will have a better chance later in life.  The problem is that is delusional thinking, because as she grows she will have way more influences then her father and I.  And those influences will weigh much heavier than her old and out of touch parents.  Hell, it is already happening. 

First, I would like to blame myself, a little.  As my grandmother did before me, I put magazines in the bathroom for, ahem, reading materials.  I mean sometimes you find yourself in there a little longer than you would like and it helps with a little something to keep you busy.  While my grandmother had Ladies’ Home Journal and Goodhousekeeping, I have the millions of catalogs that are sent to my home every month.  Well in that bunch a few Victoria’s Secrets will fall. One day, I found the swimsuit sale catalog opened and thrown back in the basket.  At first, I rolled my eyes and thought, Geesh! does the hubs have to look at swimsuits on the pot?  Then I realized in my horror that my daughter might have been the one.  This was later confirmed when she bounced out of the bathroom announcing that she was looking at it and how pretty all those “girls” looked.  So step number one, destroy Victoria’s Secret or, at the very least, throw away the catalogs.  There is nothing in there that is appropriate for me at this stage of the game, anyway.  The rest of the blame I will heap on society and the little girls at school teaching my daughter about being sexy.  MY! GOD! What is going on in some of these homes?

We looked through the Target selection of girls’ swimsuits and I chose 5 that I thought were acceptable and Amber agreed were “cuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuute”!  I was surprised at how many triangle bikinis with prints on the chest area I had to pass up.  I mean I agree that a swimsuit should be cute, but I think function is a little more important at this age.  I can’t tell you how many little girls I have seen jumping into the pool, while wearing their bikinis, only to come up without a top or the top pushed up to their neck.  Granted these little girls have nothing really to hide, but that can’t be comfortable.  Anyway, we tried on the swimsuits and I collasped on the floor with my daughter’s comments.

We choose one that had the sides cut out.  I hesitated about choosing it, but it was cute and when it comes down to it, I would rather her sides be shown then other parts.  It passed the other tests, meaning it covered the other areas find and it fit her remarkably well.  Amber maybe be 6 yrs old, but swimsuits seem to be huge on her, especially in the waist area.  What bothered me the most was when Amber squealed with delight when she realized that the side cut outs maybe her look skinnier, her words not mine.  I chose to ignore it and tell her that the suit was one of the better ones and put it in the maybe pile.  I am of the camp of not making a big deal out of some of the things Amber says, because she tends to focus on them, ALOT.  I would rather have her not dwell too much on skinny or not skinny at her age, considering the girl is 6 years old and her size 4Ts sag at the waist.  The next suit was more sports inspired and will be worn during PE at school, when school starts.

I think if I had to answer the question now or later for the more “sexier” of the little girls’ suits, I would answer never, but I know that is not reality.  I would rather my child not be sexualized at her young age and I definitely want no part in it.  However, I would be of the mind to completely cover her when she starts puberty and lock her in her room.  Again, not reality, but something I am sure most parents think of from time to time.  It is a double edged sword when dressing our girls.  We want them to express themselves, but we would rather they not try to rush things.  It is as old as time, when it was all new and exciting we wanted to dress up and flaunt what our mothers gave us, once we got hitched we hung up our heels and decided tennis shoes were better.  I guess in the end either way you look at men lose on all counts. 🙂 

If you think swimsuits are the only thing you have to worry about when dressing your little girls, how about getting them use to wearing heels at the tender age of infancy. 

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Lately, Amber has wore jeans to school most days.  I can understand, because when you are 5 years old there are many things you want to do that are not easily done in a skirt.  Then there are days that require nothing but pants, like horseback riding and P.E.  Her closet is filled with cute dresses, skirts and shirts that all issue a morning tantrum when the suggestion of wearing them rears it’s ugly head.  Most times I don’t put up much of a fight, unless it is something that is totally inappropriate for school or weather, like say boots with stripe shorts and a sweater.  Somethings just don’t go together, EVER. 

I have found the answer to getting her to wear some of those tantrum inducing outfits, ignore my laundry duty.  Who knew that by simply imagining that mountain of laundry doesn’t exist would have such rewards?  It seems that all of Amber’s jeans were dirty or in some state of laundrydom that all she had to choose from was skirts or shorts.  Since wearing shorts to school when it is 50 degress out might look strange, wearing a plaid skirt with tights is very reasonable.  Surprisely, there was no fight when there was a mutal agreement on this outfit:


Cardigan, skirt, ankle tights, and socks by Gymboree. 
Shoes by Hanna Andersson
The cardigan and skirt were bought at ridicously low prices, last year. 

This is how I always envisioned sending my little girl off to school, but had come to realize may never happen.  And in case you are wondering, the skirt has built in shorts.  I am finding this more and more in little girls’ skirts, which is great.  Why can’t they look adorable and still have fun?  However, if you don’t have skirts with built in shorts, try some bike shorts.  I have several pair for Amber in white and pink.  She knows to wear them with all her dresses and skirts.  It says the inevitable occurence of “I see London, I see France, I see someone’s underpants”.
   

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This is what Amber chose to wear to church, today. 

She informed me this is her Upside Down Apple outfit.  Notice her shoes, that is the stem.

Tank top and skirt from GAPKids.

Handbead from Oktoberfest or as known to Amber, the Festival of Sausage that is Gross (according to Amber).

Socks from Gymboree.

Shoes from Stride Rite Outlet.

Little girl by Southern Mom and Dad.

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This week is Spirit Week at Amber’s school.  Each day is a theme and the kids dress according to the theme.  Yesterday was pajama day, Amber’s favorite day.  You would think this would be easy, but no there is much thought in the pajamas you wear to school.  First, it was the Tinkerbell nightgown which should be retired because of the big rip on the side and the shrunken sheer overlay.  I tried to talk her out of it, but relented and said at least wear bike shorts under it.  That is my secret for little girls that like to be pretty, but still want to be able to run and play.  Amber then decided that all she really wanted was to wear Tinkerbell pajamas and her chinese Christmas inspired pant and top set would do fine.  We are still looking for her robe that she just had to bring to school with her. 

Today was celebrity day.  I had no idea what to do for this one, so Amber went as herself, Drama Queen of Kindergarten.  Trust me she is becoming more and more famous for her drama each day so it fits.  Tomorrow is Team Day and I am ashamed I had to ask the office what exactly did that mean.  Basically, pick your favorite team and represent it.  Okay, this should be easy if we were sport watchers in this house, but the closest we get to sports is hearing the Saints lost the day after.  A week or so ago, there was a big Saints game on Monday night, so the Governor of Louisiana declared it Saints day and ordered all of us, citizens, to wear our black and gold.  Funny, I don’t own any gold clothing nor do I own any Saints paraphelia so I just hung my head in shame and hope no one pointed me out as a trader.  Amber on the other hand cried and wailed after school, because she didn’t have a Saints shirt to wear to school.  “Momma, you have to get me a Saints shirt.  Everyone had one, but me. Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!!!”  I made a mental note and when they time came I would hunt for the shirt.  Well, the time has come.

I first looked at Academy Sports, but they had a very basic selection of Saints shirts.  I felt the fabric and looked at the design and thought, I can’t put this on my daughter.  The material was not of natural fibers.  I am thinking it is some kind of space age material that can fight stains, dirt and the person wearing the shirt, if they get out of hand.  Since, I couldn’t bare seeing my little princess in black and gold wearing some sweaty burly man’s name, I decided to make the trip to the Black and Gold store across the river.  There was a much bigger selection including toothbrushes, toilet brushes and any other silly item they can put a Saints or LSU logo on.  Man, sports fan are really dedicated.  I don’t think I could brush my teeth with a Saints toothbrush.

There we stood trying to find an appropriate Saints shirt for a little girl that only dreams of princesses and Spongebob:

“Which one do you like, Amber?”

“This one.”  Holding a white mesh shirt with the number 26 on the front and back and the name McAllister emblazoned on the back at the top. 

“Are you sure that is the one you want?”

“Yes, it is pink.”

“Is that the number you want?”

“Yes.”

“How about this one?”  Holding a pink generic football jersey with the number 5 on it.

“NO!  I don’t want that one.”

“Why not, is it your age?”

“No, I want this one.  It means I won.”

“Ooooookay. Do you know what this says?”  Pointing to the name on the back of the Saints jersey.

“NO!”

“It says McAllister.  Do you know who that is?”

“No. Who is it?”

“I am not really sure some big dude that plays on the Saints.”

“OH!”

“Are you sure this is the one you want?  Maybe a black and gold one?”

“No that is for boys.”

“I don’t want to hear any complaining about this shirt, you understand me?”

“Yes.”

“Remember you asked for the shirt and you are going to wear it everyday there is a Saints game.”

“Yes, momma.”

“Okay let’s get it before your brother destroys the store.”

I am sure all the people, who actually follow the game, were annoyed by us, amateurs.  Nevermind, we got a little girl’s shirt so she can fit in and not be a laughing stock of the entire school. 

GO SAINTS!!!!!

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Amber has definite opinions about what she wears.  I usually give her room to express herself and it keeps me sane.  However, I have to step in when we are going to church and she would like to wear something that would give the impression that we just picked her up from the airport after a night of collecting donations.  She had choosen to wear her GAP pink tank top with a very flowing pink skirt that brings to my mind hippies on the streets of San Francisco.  I don’t mind her wearing this outfit when we are going to the park or even school, although her school request no tank tops.  I do draw the line at church.

I don’t make her wear a hat and gloves and the dress I chose for her to wear might cause some to scratch their heads, but I felt it was a better choice.  I choose her brown Gymboree halter dress.  I felt it was more appropriate of a dress to go to church, mainly because it wasn’t wrinkled, but mostly because I thought it looked better.  Not playclothes.  I should mention that, even though, we go to a Catholic church it is rather informal.  Many show up in jeans, shorts and t-shirts.  We have, also, but there is a fine line.  We choose items that still look neat, clean and dressier than going to the park or to plow the back forty.

After the dress scandal was settled and Amber chose her jacket, because it is cold in church, I went back to getting myself ready.  Not long after there was extreme drama and Amber came running into my bathroom crying because a travesty had just befell her.  I couldn’t see anything wrong at first, but then she told me:  “Daddy, made me look like a man.”  I noticed that George had forced upon her his style of the 80’s.  He turned up her collar on her denim jacket.  All was fine, once I turned the collar back down.  Amber could resume her life as a girl.

How dare her dad make her look like a man?  After we killed him and buried him in the back yard for his crime:

Life was restored and we could go on.  Amber is only smiling, because she can’t ignore a camera no matter what tragedy she has just endured.

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