Thursday, December 22, 2011

Avoidance

I keep telling myself I'm done.  All presents purchased, wrapped and even (well, today they all will be) delivered to the houses where they will be opened.  But I've been kidding myself.  There is one last present not bought.  One I've been trying to forget about-and I'm not really sure why.  Kate asked for 2 things for Christmas.  A Rapunzel dress (in the bag, I know my girl, she didn't even have to ask for that one!) and a hairdryer.  A hair dryer??  What on earth does a 3 year old need with a hair dryer?  She knows I have one but it only gets pulled about about once every 2 weeks.

Here's my crazy train-of-thought coming out:  A hairdryer?  I don't want her to have a hairdryer.  I don't want her to feel like she needs to blow her hair dry to look nice (and if you know me, you know I don't believe hair dryers are necessary objects....although I sure do get more comments on my hair when I use them...).  What on earth is she going to use the hair dryer for?  I don't want to spend a lot of money on something so strange.  So, there must be toy hair dryers, right?  Because I can't have my 3 year old have something that plugs into the wall - she will electrocute herself!  But is there really such a thing as a toy hair dryer?  Why would the world need a toy hair dryer??

So I'm finally biting the bullet.  It's 3 days before Christmas.  Time to buy that last gift.  So I start my search online.  Why join in the store rush when you can check stock online?  Perfect.  First stop...Target.com.  Only plug-in dryers.  Toysrus.com, same thing.  Ok, ok, I could go to Walmart.com, kmart.com, etc, but if you're a mom you have amazon prime, right?  So I check amazon and their wonderful 2 day shipping site.  Bingo.  I knew somewhere in this messed up world there was a beauty set for a toddler.  My biggest choice now, is Disney Princess or Barbie.  Lord have mercy.
 
 So, here you go, my little girly girl.  I'm going to ride this wave because I'm not sure where it came from and a secret little part of me wants to know how long it will last and what it will develop into.  And you sure are cute when you strip down as soon as you walk in the door and put on your dress up clothes.   If I thought it was hard to get you out the door in the morning before, now you have all this primping to do.

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