Today, Petey held a bunny. This is a HUGE breakthrough for the girl who is afraid of all things animal. And nobody told her to hold it, she asked to. I was confused, surprised, and happy. Maybe we should've gotten a bunny instead of a turtle.Oh yeah, by the way, we have a turtle. His name is Wrex. We like him a lot but I am afraid of him. This should be a completely different post but because I'm tired and slightly loopy, I'm going to tell you right now.
Here we go:
Tonight, I searched all over for Wrex. He didnt finish his dinner and I wanted to make sure he was ok. After 20 minutes of searching, I thought he was lost forever. {seriously, that is not added dramatic effect} I was on my hands and knees under the trampoline, preparing myself to meet him face to face under there, when I heard some boxes move at the corner of our house. Hmm...Wrex? Indeed, he had manuevered himself under these boxes, wedged himself between a trash can and the brick wall, and a metal frame had fallen on him. Oh yeah, we are such great pet owners! But then I had a dilemma. I was NOT picking him up. No sirree! I am afraid of a 10 inch turtle. Awesome...well, mostly embarrassing. I actually called my friend in the neighborhood who also has turtles and asked if her husband could come save Wrex. He did.
Wrex is fine. I am a wuss. The end.
Back to the point...have we made a point yet? Petey is my one and only daughter right now. From the beginning, I knew I wanted her to have her ears pierced, I didnt care if my baby wore sleeveless, and I was SO going to put her in baby bikinis. And I did. When she was weeks old. Poor girl. It wasn't until she got a little bit older (maybe 18months-2years old?) that I started to care more. I stopped putting her in spaghetti straps and short shorts but I couldnt get rid of those darn baby bikinis. Seriously, adorable in my eyes. Not sexy, not flaunting, I just love those sweet pot bellies waddling around.
There is actually a picture of her on this blog from days ago where she is in a bikini. Pay no attention to that when reading this post---she hasnt gotten her new swimsuit for this year yet and all she owns is bikinis!
But when I put that bikini on her, I felt uncomfortable. I knew it was over. I've actually known for quite some time that I needed to buckle up. I bought her new Easter swimsuit a month or two ago and it is adorable...and modest. She wore some 18 month size shorts the other day {mostly because nothing else was clean} and they were way too short so we retired them.
So why does it matter? It matters because I love my daughter. And I love her more than I love her being popular. It matters because of THIS article. {seriously, you're going to want to read that...10 of my Facebook friends posted it today} And it matters because I care about her body. Fact: Her body is a temple. As is mine. As is yours.
The point? The title of the article, "Parents, don't dress your girls like tramps."
Because if we stop buying, the stores stop selling.
End. Of. Story.
