Sloane was feeling a little bummed out about not going to YW camp this week. Sometimes a Jan 1 birthday feels like a hinderance that levels her “down”. To remind her that being born in the same calendar year as her little sister doesn’t have to be a bad thing, we had a girls day. Both of them remembered that they love a lot of the same things and 8 months between them really is not a big deal.
They made the agenda and requested a treat, something grown up, and a visit to see their big sister at work.
We got smoothies at Jamba Juice (they’d never been). I told them all about how when I was in high school, the closest Jamba Juice was in Santa Cruz, so my friends and I would stop there when we drove over to the beach. We would park on Pacific Ave, get smoothies, then walk around the little surf shops for Roxy and O’Neil swag and end at lunch at Pizza My Heart.
For our “somehing grown up” I was given this request on the fly. But I did have errands to run, which felt pretty grown up, and less boring if we were together!
We went to the distribution center to exchange a church shirt for a different size for Bear, and they picked up a copy of the Articles of Faith in Spanish. I guess Brother Geddes in our ward told the kids that he’ll buy anyone who memorizes them in a 2nd language a candy bar.
They do not have them memorized in English, but I appreciate their enthusiasm and will always encourage language study in my home. Their poster is now on the wall in their bedroom.
We also stopped at Ulta for shampoo and took them with me. My mistake! Sloane REALLY wants to wear makeup. I showed them all the zillions of bottles of perfume instead and let them choose one to sample. I’ll encourage smelling good as a makeup adjacent safe launch. My excitement faded when I discovered that the perfume market is marketed for a very young crowd and the little $70 bottles are all shaped like squish mallows and other tween crazed characters. Apparently, the beauty industry has discovered the vulnerability of the tween demographic and is targeting them as well ðŸ˜. This stage of adolescence is so tricky to encourage both body positivity and also individual worth. It’s hard for boys, too, but having raised teens of both genders, dang the world is just brutal to girls.
Don’t grow up too fast, daughters! I just love their mismatched outfits and unruly summer hair.
Reese had cookies waiting for them at crumble and the sisters thought they were coolest meeting Reese’s and Logan’s boss.
We also went for a walk downtown and stopped at Tuckaway to borrow something from Mary, check on our bees, and catch London to play.