For Christmas Manhattan received an Elmo doll. She loves him because you shake him and he talks. She thinks it's great! Soon after having him she learned to say his name, "Ellllmo." Well one day when I couldn't think of anything for us to do I put on Sesame Street. BIG OOPS!!! That's all she wants to watch now. Anytime she sees the television on she asks to watch "ELMO." Whatever makes her happy right? Wrong. Apparently it only gets worse. Keep reading.
My big girl watching ElmoEarlier this week while getting some last minute Easter necessities at the store we passed the pajama section. Of course right there at eye level are some "ELLLLMO" jammies. I about died! What was I supposed to do? Just walk away? No. She would have a fit. Instead I gave them to her just to hold for the rest of our trip through the store. I thought FOR SURE I could just ditch those puppies down some obscure aisle and that would be then end of it. Well that's just what I did--right next to the Pillow Pets. Problem solved. Oh wait! Not two seconds later was she looking in the back of the cart screaming for precious Elmo. UGH! I thought those sneaky mom tricks worked. Apparently not. We had to go back to where I ditched the jammies, retrieve them from the VERY back of the shelf, and put them back into my little girls arms.
I bought the jammies.
She loves them.
I love them because she loves them.
And now we own our first set of character jammies. Now don't go all crazy on me thinking that I've turned over a new leaf. I'd be hard pressed to EVER find those light up shoes with Princesses on them in HER closet. But I lied once, who's to say I won't do it again. HA!