Now presenting: the girl in the purple pants.

Yesterday I finally sorted (and tossed much of) all the paper from first and third grade, which is good, since we are officially into the third week of second and fourth grade. I made it to the bottom of Annabelle’s third grade backpack (accidentally ran some ancient raisins through the washing machine — gross!) and re-discovered the surface of the dining room table.

Sophie made havoc wherever she could, which was fine since it looked like a school locker (or five) exploded in the kitchen. The messier the merrier. All of which is to say that it took me a while to realize she’d unearthed the purple pants from one of the many baskets sitting around.

Ah, those purple pants. I don’t think I ever told you what ultimately happened with the cute — but totally impractical — snap/zip-style pants Sophie chose for the first day of school. At the last minute, I subbed them out with a pair of elastic-waist, cotton purple pants, and amazingly, she didn’t complain. I’m not sure she realized. She looked adorable.

But not as adorable, I must admit, as she looked in those original pants. She was already dressed for the day (highlight: buying her a real twin-sized bed, we’re ditching the Ikea piece of junk, which has what looks like a mini-pad for a mattress) but pulled off her skirt when she found the pants. She did have to ask for help with the snap and zipper, I was right, so these will have to be Weekend Pants.

She looked so cute, and she was so proud. Check her out.