She's a Lady, Yeah, She's a Lady

Pumpkin's been very into mommy's things since having exhausted the use and play of her own apparently...


Our more recent adventure is in footware, discovered all on her own. I tried to avoid inducing the great love affair with shoes and heels as long as I could, but it was as if it had already known her by name. My sweet Pumpkin walked around like only a Pumpkin could in mommy's heels...walked, being the operative word. More like schlepped giant snow-heels thru the seemingly thick medium-pile.


Here we are, putting on the first of many, I'm sure, heels to come. Very wobbly, yet determined -atta girl! Never let unsure footing deter you from a great pair, Pumpkin!















You can just see the glee from her super shapely little legs come forth on her face! I think she mostly liked being "so tall" in them, however. And here we are coming back around the hallway again. The heel mark lines she made in the carpet were her "tracks" for her animal safari we were on suddenly...gotta love a girl who won't say no to great shoes, even in the most uncertain of foreign, high heeled conditions.
We just discovered the wonderful noise the shoes make when dragged across a hard surface! Glad she knows her limits, too. Pumpkin didn't let go of the wall at any point while wearing her new duds.Oh the places she'll go wearing her "safari shoes" -I'm waiting a few more years to break it to her: boys are the real animals she'll have to fend off in her transition from Big Girl to Lady, and the real hunt is discovering what a wonderful person she is already! Mommy will always protect her, though...notice the socks keeping her from the harsh reality of hard earned blisters?

Pumpkin, the Builder

I'll admit, when I first found out I was having a girl, I was ecstatic! Pink ruflles, pink bedding, pink bows, pink clothes, pink shoes, pink coats, pink toys, pink woobies, pink everything. I had visions of tiaras on her head and spinning in a tutu. I think now, however, I have solid evidence that I've induced some sort of a girly-girl overload. The upside: Papa spends less time shopping at Christmas for Pumpkin and her cousin, Jack; he just gets two of everything. Two construction tents, 2 sets of construction tools, 2 tool benches and Pumpkin loves everything about them. She put them on proudly today and I couldn't be more proud of her independent spirit and strong interest in how things work. I just wish I could name all of the tools in her Black & Decker deluxe tool set instead of big saw and skinny saw...I think there's a dowel rod in there somewhere, but of the other 3 construction tools I also don't know, it's a toss up and that's the last big tool-word I know from my junior high woodshop days.


Here we are, putting our tools in the toolbelt one by one.












Ah, the holy grail of all tools: the tape measure. This tool serves multiple fuctions and everything measured is "40 inches" even though it stretches out maybe one inch past the designated 12".

For example, tool fishing -where we aim, wind up and throw the stretched out to the max tape measure in hopes another tool will bite.











Here we are, ready for work! Pumpkins daily prompt arises: "Nets go fix somefing!"




Like a little smartypants, she uses her flat screwdriver to tighten the handle to the patio door.












Her new favorite show is 'Handy Manny' and now our tools have their appropriate names: saw="dusty," phillips screwdriver="felipe," tape measure="stretch," pliers="squeeze," and so on... she's still very into labeling/naming everything. She's just like her dad, wants to look inside of everything and understand how it works. I'm so proud of her!