Balloon bracelet

This afternoon, Ethan, the girls, and I went to the birthday party of a family friend's daughter. Little Zoey turned 1, and Julia and Madeleine had a great time playing with her toys, eating mac 'n cheese for lunch, getting cake and ice cream, and, best of all, taking home balloon animals. Both girls were sporting balloon animal bracelets; for Julia, a pink ladybug, and for Madeleine, a green turtle. True to her nature, Madeleine has refused to take off her turtle, and even now as I type, is wearing it along with her pajamas:




I think Cinderella got jealous at one point, because as I was trying to snap Madeleine's picture, the glass-slippered princess LEAPT off the windowsill onto Madeleine's wrist in a vain attempt to steal the turtle bracelet:



At any rate, as obsessed as she is with her bracelet, Madeleine seems to have a very short-term memory about the origins of said bracelet. Only a few hours after the birthday party, as she showed her turtle off to me for the millionth time, I asked her if she remembered whose party we had gone to.

ME: Madeleine, whose house did we go to today for a birthday party? Do you remember who gave you that turtle?
MADELEINE: Um, the grandma did it!
ME: Uh, no. Remember we went to a birthday party? Whose house was it at?
MADELEINE: Santa Claus!

Not even remotely close.

It does not particularly surprise me that she is more interested in the bracelet than in the actual party itself. As you all know, sporting accessories is Madeleine's thing. It's not abnormal to see her playing around the house wearing things like Ethan's well-worn, slightly sweaty winter hat:





NOW: Just add the turtle bracelet to that ensemble and she will REALLY be stylin'.