She flipped over on to her belly as soon as one arm went through her undershirt. “Tika-tika-tika,” she said as giggles ensued. Yes, she was tickling herself as I was trying to get her dressed.
“Turn over!” I commanded.
“Tika-tika-tika,” she said again as she moved her fingers back and forth to tickle her belly.
It was funny. I’ll admit it. Squirming around in all of her two year-old glory. She was trying to evade getting dressed to go out for the day. It took both of us (me and my hubby) to get her dressed in her sweater, corduroy pants, and socks to go out for the morning. She kept flipping over on to her belly. We kept turning her onto her back. Belly to back. Belly to back. Belly to back. After five minutes of turning her over like a pancake, we finally got her dressed.
Once they left the house — clothed! — to do their errands, my thoughts turned to tonight. I thought my biggest decision would be whether or not she’d wear black or white tights. Now I’m wondering how on earth I’m even going to get the tights on her tonight. (BTW: My daughter detests tights. I can’t say I blame her. I’m the bride who didn’t even wear stockings to her own December wedding!) Getting her ready for tonight’s Seder should be interesting!