Walks

Walks have become rather difficult lately since my daughter has an excess of opinion when it comes to her wardrobe. She must put on her hat, jacket, mittens, and shoes as well as get her baby clipped in with two bottles of milk and her purse hanging on the handles of her baby stroller.

Then she asks, "Where's my phone?"

Yeeaaah, I have no idea where she learned this routine.

We had a small fight because she wanted to wear these shoes.

The hat is my latest crochet creation. I love it and I'm glad she loves wearing it too. For now at least.

These are also the shoes she managed to pee in during our potty training adventure. Twice, she peed in them twice. Oh and she wore them outside and stepped in dog poop.  I'm not sure if I will ever wear them again

These are the boots I was trying to get her to wear. Ones I thought were two sizes too big until she demanded to wear them and showed me otherwise. I think they just need some apple bottom jeans to go with them.

We have various fights about some thing every time. Sometimes she is demanding to hold the dog's leash or doesn't want to wear shoes at all, but there is always something.This means we start our walks off like this.

Yep, she manages to walk and push the stroller while crying into her blanket. She may have opinions, but she also has some serious talent.