We had a great time. Everyone commented on what a great little shopper Esme was and she had a blast going up and down in the elevator with a chair inside.
After Anthropologie we decided we weren't ready to go home yet and continued our shopping expedition at H&M as we were leaving Esme spotted the heels on one of their mannequins. "What are those" she asked? "High Heels" I said..."High Heels" she repeated very carefully..."Can I have a pair?" "No I said, babies don't wear high heels, they're what ladies wear on dates...or some people wear them to work...not Mama, but some people."
Esme thought about this for a few seconds. "Daddy does" she says...stifling a giggle (and thinking they would go well with his work dresses) I said "No daddy does not wear heels to work."
Esme then spent the next few blocks very thoughtfully repeating high heels over and over again eventually she asked me why daddy doesn't wear heels..."Well only ladies wear high heels I said, not men." "high heels" she said, "I don't like this word."
Now if that's not intuitive genius I don't know what is.
Later on during that same walk Esme proudly announced that she was sticking her tongue out at me. So I did the only logical thing and stuck mine out right back...just as we got home we were both sticking our tongues out at the same time "We're sticking our tongues out together...that's hillarious" Esme said.
It has to be one of the cutest things I've ever heard.
In other news...I was inspired to dig my sewing machine out the other night. (serious digging it was, of the order that almost required Mike Mulligan and his steam shovel Maryanne) Anyway. I took apart the pillowcase that came with Esme's new duvet cover and made it into a very rudimentary carrier for Esme's baby...here's documentation of a very sleepy Esme wearing her baby for the first time. More to come I hope!!!
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