Jo Jo

There is nothing like a little girl time.....especially at IKEA.

We have lived in our house for almost 5 months now, so you KNOW it's time to freshen Josey's room.  She decided a few days ago that the chair in her bedroom was just not right.  The list of reasons why her current chair was all wrong were as creative and entertaining as Ralphie's arguments for a BB gun without any fear she would shoot her eye out.  How could I say no?  When I told her, "Grandma is watching Sam so we can go to IKEA" her eyes lit up.  Off we went.

Here are things that were said on our trip to IKEA:  No, you don't need that.  Your current bedding is fine.  That doesn't match the bedroom paint color.  We are here for a chair ONLY!!!!  If you don't hurry up the store is going to close.  Will you please keep up?!?!?!  Your behavior is so inappropriate.  People are looking at us, it's embarrassing. 

All of these things were said by Josey to me.

What I learned was that 1.  If you take a big yellow IKEA bag and run really fast while you hold it over your head...it looks like a parachute.  2.  If you hook the bag on your arms like a backpack while riding on top of a  furniture cart, you look like one of those super speed race cars with a parachute.  3.  Doing the first two things will cause an adolescent girl to go from winter white, to Fourth of July sunburned red in under 30 seconds.

I love my daughter.  I love her because she makes lists when we take trips.  I love her because she organizes her room daily.  I love that she knows every grade in every class down to the last tenth of a percentage point.  I love that she is a rule follower.  I love that when she was just three, she would tell people, "I can't eat dat...I got ou-wergies."  When she was three, she didn't walk across a room, she twirled and danced.  She is full of spunk and kindness and warmth that she shares with every person she meets.  Best of all, she chose to spend her Friday night with me.

Thank you for going shopping with me Josey.