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.














