Quick note

I haven't been posting lately because I haven't had anything funny/witty/light hearted to say.  And, honestly, this won't be any of those things either; but, I'm tired of screaming inside about it.

This was Maya putting on her clothes after her winter dance recital yesterday.  Yes, the polka dot pettiskirt & polka dot legwarmers are her regular clothes.  Watching the recital with us were people who supposedly know my girls very well.  And yet, one of them still asked if this was her costume. Well...

Here is Maya in her "costume" at the park

and at a party

and watching tv

and playing outside.

I am quite confident that, if you looked at my daughter through an x-ray machine,  you would see she is filled with crinoline and tulle.  She is happiest in big, frilly, poofy clothes.  And, who wouldn't want to make their kid smile if all it took was a silly outfit? 

So, no, I am not a pageant mom.  No, I don't force my child to dress up for my own amusement.  If you saw the other two girls, you would know that this is not of my doing.  Maya is her own person.  Yes, it would be much easier sometimes if she would just put on a pair of jeans and tennis shoes.  But, that wouldn't be Maya.  So, I will continue to buy her pettiskirts, tutus, and sparkly shoes until she grows out of this faze.  Or, I will buy them until she's old and gray.  Either way, she will always be too fabulous for anyone who rolls their eyes and whispers about her mama when she walks by.