Thursdays
The three of us have a tradition on Thursdays. It’s our official night to eat out and window shop. We first start off at L&L Hawaiian BBQ where Ava whines for more and more pasta. That gets followed by a walk to the fish shop where we wave at all the colorful fishes and frogs and occasional sea horses. And then it’s straight to Target, aka where Dora lives, where we walk around the store screaming ‘Di si Dora?’ or ‘Where are you Dora?’ until we spot one of the hundred products she has in the store.
Ava is friends with a few people that work at L&L. She loves waving at a cat statue that sits near the soda fountain and dancing the hula with her Dada.
We have implemented a no more new toys in our house policy. We are actually trying to sell half of the stuff we currently own to simplify our lives. So having a weekly window shopping spree after stuffing our faces is always in order. I know we aren’t going to be able to resist not buying her anything for her birthday or Christmas. There’s exceptions to every rule.
Ava loves playing with these miniature animal statues. She likes trying to ride the mini horses like a giant, finding Diego’s baby jaguar, and scaring us with the great white shark while screaming Do Do Da.
Oh look. More Dora merchandise. Surprise. Surprise.
She is loving this bike. It might be something we can get for her birthday so she can practice pedaling. She still doesn’t get the concept that she doesn’t have ride it like she’s Fred Flintstone.
I must tell you that I almost caved in and bought something during our window shopping spree. You see, I have this thing for little kids in rain boots. It’s cuter to me than a basket full of kittens.
And when Ava asked me if I would wear a pair too, my heart almost melted. And no, I didn’t not buy them. I have rules. Stupid, stupid rules!
