Cute-Ness In a TuTu

I asked for a tutu.  Yep.  This amazing person who attends our church in Duluth gave me a gift from Gymboree.  If you have never been in this children’s clothing store and you normally live overseas I warn you DO NOT ENTER.  The prices are exorbitant however the clothes are beyond beautiful, some of them.  There are two lines of clothing.  The weird, wild look where people dress their toddlers like small women.  Not any kind of woman but sadly the kind you warn your son about.  The other less playgirl look is the adorable, “I am English and I love plaid” look.  Almost like a tiny Madeline look (you remember those books right?)  Maybe this does not play out everyday but the one time I entered this store these were the two lines for little cutzies like Zana.

It was supposed to take me seconds.  I was to run into the store.  Exchange the gorgeous sweater anonymously given to Zana for different color as perfect white is not so perfect in the city where billions of people desire to be cremated (our dust is fortified).  So into the Mall (American Temple) I ran at full speed (Hubster and kiddos in car).  I careened around Old Navy, bolted by Barnes and Nobles , just pausing long enough to drool over the globes and books. 

I plummeted into Little Girl Clothing Paradise and STOPPED.  I was aghast.  I was in love.  I was smitten.  There was a store that sold little neat coats with little neat matching belts, cardigans, tights and skirts.  What delight.  I asked a sales lady for help and was discovered my purchasing power after returning the one sweater.  I plunged myself into the sales rack with fervor.  I confess I oohed and aaaahed  aloud.  I honestly don’t care what my girlie wears but the secondary line was truly for little girls that were one day going to grow into little ladies and I was thrilled.  With that sweater returned I left with tights, two shirts and a tutu, a tutu skirt really.  Hubster laughed out loud and Zana learned to twirl. 

Everyone here in my neighborhood calls to family members to “Come Look” when Zana wears her little tutu skirt out to play.  Here we are walking through grit and grime and my little girl is mincing along in her favorite outfit.  She smiles and waves like some visiting dignitary and troops around in her pink tutu and bright orange crocs.  She is a sight to behold.

She is out growing the tutu.  So for Christmas I asked a lovely group of people from our home church in Kenosha for another one.  Clarity is always a good thing but sometimes overrated.  We got a full tutu, no skirt this time.  This baby was a full blown bang dinger of a tutu.  We put it on Zana today as one of four packages came today from these amazing folks who love us so.  We are swimming in glorious bounty (imagine one complete shelf of my fridge stuffed with chocolate- more on that later) and Zana is dancing in glorious pink. 

Zana, I confess, is a bit of a card.  She performs for compliments.  She already loves accolade.  She marches, however, to the beat of her own drum.  Even Abe bows to her wishes often (not always though).  

When she was completely clothed in this new tutu she literally stopped everything and just grinned.  She loved it.  She twirled and danced and looked at the little skirt skip around her.  She was unabashedly pleased with how she looked.  Oh that she will stay that way.  Happy, content with how God made her.  What a lovely little lady.  She looked a little like a pink fluffy cotton ball.

Super darling.

Even with a tutu she was unable to yet jump.  She tried awful hard though.