Sunglasses or Tales of a Budding Drama Queen

With the time change came solar glare. With the solar glare came Nora complaining in the car about the sun (understandably). With the complaints came Ken and I suggesting (on separate occasions when we were not all in the car together) that Nora needed sunglasses. With that suggestion came Nora's asking for a week for "suglasses" (apparently the child has a good memory).

After traveling to three stores and being told that sunglasses were "seasonal" (are you kidding? We live in Texas? And even so, has anyone at Babies 'R Us ever been blinded by solar glare off snow?), we finally hit the jackpot of sunglasses at Target. Nora tried on at least 15 pair and I settled on two (what if one breaks?), a Dora pink pair with flexi sides and some more fashionable Hello Kitty glasses. Since finding the glasses, Nora hasn't traveled anywhere without them. She wears them in the car, taking them off only to look for the sun she is shielding herself from. This morning she put them on, took them off, looked ahead and said, "Sun. There it is!" and promptly put the glasses back on her face.

She has the dramatic way of sitting, arms relaxed over the sides of the carseat, mouth relaxed into a pout, that just cracks me up every time I look at her with the glasses on. And I can't imagine a day when it won't make me smile.