she's a flip-flopper

mia has been obsessed with flip-flops this week. trying on all the family pairs and claiming them for her own. screaming when she's not allowed to wear jack's pair out of the house, and talking about them incessantly. so we finally bought her a pair tonight at old navy. i just plopped her on the counter with the shoes on her feet so the girl could scan them without any major drama. and she was happy for a while, but at age 2 it's hard to keep a pair of flip-flops on, so she gets frustrated and throws another fit when they fall off. at this point, i am feeling frustrated, too. it's hard to deal with toddler PMS. i don't understand it. i mostly just want to hide under a rock and not deal with it at all. and it dawned on me that flip flops are perfect for mia b/c she is a flip-flopper. completely unpredictable. flipping from one mood to the next without any warning. noisy. grating. like that little part of your flip flop that rubs your toes the wrong way, you know? but i love my flip flops. my dirty, noisy, comfy pair of flip flops. they make me smile. and so does my (sometimes) sweet mia lane.