Fashionista

My older two girls could care less what they wear every day. Actually, that's not completely true. Abby went through her monochromatic phase a couple of years ago where she wanted to wear the same color (either purple or pink) for every piece of clothing, down to her underwear and socks. And if anything says something like "Daddy's Girl" or "I Love My Daddy", she's all over it. Purple and pink are still her favorites, and overalls are something she gleefully pulls out of her drawer whenever they're clean.

Hannah pretty much wears whatever I pick out for her. Her favorite colors are orange, black and green. Unfortunately, since most of her wardrobe was handed down from Abby, she's stuck with a lot of pink and purple clothing right now. But she doesn't generally seem to mind. She's pretty easy going in that way, if not in others.

Up until today, Becca was fairly oblivious to what she wore. I'm used to picking out her clothes every morning - or maybe Ron some days. But she's been a 'go with the flow' kind of girl, in terms of clothing anyway.

This morning, I picked out clothes for church for Becca and Ron was getting her dressed. She took one look at the cute little denim skort that I gave him for her, shoved it away from her and stated firmly, "NO!".

Hmm.

So I grabbed a pink ruffly skort out of the closet and showed it to her, "how about this one?"

"Yes!" she said happily and let Ron put in on her. Then, when he sat her up to put her shirt on her, she started smoothing the ruffles with her hands, saying over and over, "I cute!".

Oh boy, are we in for it with this one.