Okay, so I tried. I tried to get them to dress up a little for Thanksgiving. Yes, I was brought up to dress up for the holidays. Somehow my mom felt that if someone took the time to prepare and cook a nice dinner than you showed your appreciation by dressing up. So upon sharing this with Ava, the tears started. Not full blown out tears but the sniffling and upset expression. I told her she could pick what she wanted but "no jeans, sweats, or T-shirts". She has tons of pants, leggings, shirts, dresses, appropriate shirts and sweaters. She had lots of choices here. She begrudgingly proceeded to pick a white button down shirt (somewhat like Daddy would wear) that she wore LAST YEAR for Christmas and a pair of cream pants. Which, had she not grown would have been fine, but with the arms landing just past the elbow hardly a "nice" outfit. I decided to let it go as she was already upset about this whole thing. Then she said she needed a tie (yes we are trying to be like Daddy here). I told her she doesn't have a tie. She gets more and more upset. I said maybe she could borrow one of Zac's. She is more appalled then ever. Wear Zac's tie, no way. She'll borrow one of Daddy's. "No" I say "Daddy's are way too big". She is getting more and more upset by the minute. In an attempt to pacify her, I offer to make one with a ribbon. This is surprisingly acceptable to her. Ugg, she would have looked better in a T-shirt and jeans now! Of course her insistence of wearing a tie, only made Zac want to wear one too. Only problem here is he is insisting on wearing his "My Grandma Makes the #1 Best Turkey" shirt, which you can imagine doesn't have a collar for a tie!!!!!! Yes, he wore the tie over this shirt. (luckily the ribbon didn't stay tied well, and Ava let it go). Well here are some photos from Thanksgiving at Aunt Debbie's.
