Happy Halloween! Well....Sort of.....

It's that time of year again when little girls get to dress like princesses and ballerinas and twirl in delight at getting to wear a frothy, girly confection of an outfit.

Unless you're my kid. That's right; she's just as big a tomboy as I was at that age. Let me explain.

I had planned a few weeks ago to dress her up as a simple ballerina for the daycare Halloween activities: simple, straightforward, not too fussy, and easy to wear.  All mandatory when it comes to clothes for the Allie girl because frou-frou she is not.

So, I had some white onesies on hand from my mom, I purchased a couple of new pairs of tights (which she needed anyway), some tulle, and I had the elastic in my sewing stash. I made the tutu last night, laid out her clothes and went to bed satisfied I had picked out something that she would enjoy wearing.

Oh the plans of mice and mothers. After getting dressed I went and woke Allie up, put on the shirt, leggings, socks, and shoes, and then the tutu. She cried. She cried like I was dressing her in a tow-sack. She quieted for a minute, I put her down, she walked into the living room stood there for a minute, and promptly burst into tears throwing herself face down on the floor and screaming. I looked at my husband and said, "I guess I should have bought her overalls and a straw hat."

She did quiet down and off to daycare we went. She walked into her room and just looked around with a downcast eye as if to say, "I did NOT pick this out," and then turned an accusing look towards me. I took the picture above, kissed her head, and ran to work.

Allie is just Allie girl. She likes dirt and puppies and horses and apparently NOT tutus.