I have a problem...

I have a problem....and it's called the GoodWill. It is located about 1/2 mile up the road from me. Try as I might, I have never been able to ignore the big red  SALE sign that pops up  in the window from time to time. On my way to return a movie to Blockbuster this morning, I made an impulsive GoodWill stop, with two little girls. I like to pop in as the weather is changing and as my kids are growing (ie, every week) to see what has appeared on the racks from last week. I was very pleased to find several "skorts" for Hope, since she is going through a phase of wanting to wear dresses, EVERY DAY, but not being too concerned about the meaning of sitting lady-like. Found some cute things for Ava too, and a tiny little pair of shoes that fit her just right. Some shorts for the boys, and a dress for Liesel. Then I remembered my ongoing jeans dilemma, never having a pair that fits right. I should know better than to try on clothes with toddlers or preschoolers in tow, I've had one squeeze under the door and dash off when I wasn't quite prepared to run after him. Fortunately I had two very GOOD little girls today and had no incidents like that.

But the point of this post was not to confess my addiction to the GoodWill, or to complain about naughty toddlers or jeans that don't fit, but rather to tell you this: When I got into the dressing room I realized there was nowhere "clean" to lay Ava, and the dressing room was to big to bring the cart in. So I sat her down on the linoleum, and layered jeans all around her just in case she toppled over. And would you believe she sat up so straight and strong, looking at herself in the mirror, long enough for me to try on 7 pairs of jeans!!! She never fell over! I don't know how long it takes the average person to try on 7 pairs of jeans, but whatever that number is, that is how long she can sit up now. What a girl! I am so proud of her. (And judging by the way she smiled at herself in the mirror I think she is pretty proud of herself too).