Well certainly mamas don't actually get 'days off,' per se, but any day we stay at home and do next to nothing feels as close to it as you can get. No running to school or the library or Target or Christmas shopping. Just hanging out. These are the days Alla is happiest. She love love loves to be at home. Good thing, too, cause we'll be doing a lot of it when Pondegore arrives in March.
Yesterday we considered playing in the snow. But seeing as how the temperature hovered around ten, even Alla decided it was too cold. So I brought the snow to her and she played with it in the sink.
Until she had to give her whales and sharks a bath.
And while drying off said whales and sharks, the little one discovered her ballet shoes (which she calls 'bullay shoes'), which she then tried to fit over her footie pajamas. We decided it might work better with a different outfit.
Which led to the tutu. And of course I, knowing these things, told her that ballet dancers always wear tights with their tutus. Well, they do. And buns. What'd you say, Mama? Buns, dear. So she got a little modified bun complete with a big satiny bow and I made my amends with pink for those ten minutes because she turned on the Christmas tunes and danced around on my bed for awhile. Started with plies (her words not mine) and then did her kicks just like the big dancers (The Rockettes, of course), and that was that. The tights stayed on through nap and all the way til bath, when they were tossed due to the giant hole that had formed in the right foot. Which only made her look more like a real ballet dancer.
I told her when she's three she can take ballet. I can totally deal with pink in ballet form.