Thumbs Up for Rice Krispies

A Piper doesn’t do blue jeans. They’re too stiff. She refuses to unbutton and zip. Tutus don’t easily slip over blue jeans and dancing is inhibited. So there.

Yet the leaves are changing and it’s starting to get cool. Blue jeans keep you warm. So yesterday we hauled out the hand-me-downs to add some layers to Piper’s tutu collection. Sissy made it into a fashion show. We blasted Lady Gaga and assessed new outfits with thumbs up and thumbs down. It was fun. At first. Piper gave everything a thumbs down. Too many blue jeans. Too many plain turtlenecks (Sissy was a bit more practical in her kindergarten fashion). Piper agreed to a few knit pants but only the ones with flowers, Eiffel Tower prints, and rainbows. The shirts were boring. The blue jeans were impossible. Piper was grumpy. So was I. Then she turned on Sissy. “Why couldn’t you like dresses and skirts?” she accused. “Now look what I have to deal with!” Sissy just rolled her eyes at her sister’s fussiness.

“Mom, you know what we need?” Sissy said.

“A shopping spree paid for by someone else?” In my mind I was trying to come up with a compromise between all the free hand-me-downs I’d laundered and stored and Piper’s fashion demands.

“Rice krispie treats.”

“Okay. A break would be good.” We pulled on fall jackets and walked to the store for the essentials. Along the way Piper was a little chilled. Bare legs in brisk fall weather will do that to you.

We made the rice krispies. We ate the rice krispies. Piper told us that marshmallows are harvested from the clouds. Sissy said, “Boy is she going to be disappointed when she learns about the water cycle.”

With bellies full of rice krispies we went back to abandoned clothes piles. Piper was more agreeable. I was more patient. Piper picked one pair of hot pink blue jeans with an elastic waist. She picked long sleeve t-shirts and tights that she could wear with her tutus. I showed her how we could layer all of her favorite rainbow t-shirts over the turtlenecks. Then we went back to finish off the rice krispie pan.

Bling and More Bling

In addition to rainbows, Piper enjoys her bling. She’s always been a bit of a girlie girl. Thus the tutus, sparkly shoes, and glittery headbands. Every morning she stands at the mirror with me and dabs on some blush while I’m getting ready for work. Then she walks to the jewelry box, looks me up and down, and selects the perfect accessory. More is always more. If it were up to Piper, I’d wear three necklaces and six bracelets every day. And if earrings don’t dangle, what’s the point? Bling is just another way Piper expresses her big personality and her fashionista style.

On my recent trip for work I skipped the toy store when I was souvenir shopping. It was a first. Instead I perused clothing boutiques in downtown Savannah and jewelry carts along the way. It was a touch job, but I suffered through the fun. I found a purple scarf with peace signs for Sissy and this for Piper:

I know, right? It’s rainbow. It’s made of wooden beads. It wraps around P’s little wrist perfectly. It’s a more is more kind of bracelet that’s easy to wear. She LOVES it. It was a risk to forego the obligatory plastic toy, but Piper jumped up and down when she saw it. The bracelet hasn’t left her wrist since.

Yesterday Piper wore her new rainbow bracelet to school. “It’s five bracelets in one!” she told her friends. They didn’t believe her, so she had to demo how to accessorize again and again. Her classmates were in awe. “It’s hard for them to understand” Piper said, “because most of them aren’t as fashionable as me.” Touche.

I Made This for You. Maybe.

Piper’s latest obsession is making collages. This involves dragging things out of the craft closet, cutting everything into tiny pieces, and then gluing them onto a surface. Sometimes the surface is paper. Sometimes it’s a hat. One time it was her shoe. “I’m collaging!” she says, wiping a glue stick on Barbie’s leg and pressing red beads all over it. It looks like Barbie has an infectious disease. She should probably see a doctor. Barbie that is. As far as I can tell, Piper’s “collages” are perfectly healthy.

I blame it on the art table. A few weeks ago in a massive reorganization (I had a syllabus to write and therefore began cleaning out every drawer in the house in order to procrastinate) we moved the art table from storage to Piper’s room. She needed a space to sit and “write” and play games. The art table needed to be used. Or else.

Making a collage is how Piper likes to unwind after a long day of kindergarten. She’s been making a lot of collages. Mostly for me. My birthday is coming up so each collage becomes an early gift. That is until her dad walks in the room. Then Piper takes the collage out of my hands and presents it to him. “I made this for you, Dad!” I should protest, but I know there will be more collages. Many more.