Wednesday, January 30, 2013
For the past few weeks Isabella has been waking up in the morning, going into her closet or dresser and pulling out the frilliest thing she can find. She'll walk into my bedroom and throw it on top of my head. "Time to be a princess!" she announces.
She'll only wear headbands or tiara's because that's what princesses wear. She trots around the house in faux high heels that someone (probably my mom) bought for her. We have to have royal ball type dance parties and whenever she doesn't want to do something it's always, "princesses don't do that".
Last weekend she was traipsing around the house in a long shirt that had a tutu type skirt on it with no pants. 15 minutes before her friend was coming over for a playdate and she's doing piroutte's in a mini-dress and baby heels. It took a lot of coaxing to get her to put her pants on before our guests came.
This is not my favorite phase. While I don't mind a little Tangled now and then or a good old fashioned, belt it out "Part of Your World" I hate Disney and it's damned marketing and I've never been a fan of character branding.
But what's a mom to do? She loves it. So I dress her up in fancy dresses (the high heels got, um, lost) and we have tea and dance parties and play imaginative games involving tigers and witches and spells.
We keep calm and princess on. It can't last forever right?
Posted by Melissa G. at 5:00 AM