Mommy can be just as much fun...

Okay, so Martin outdid himself with the epic Daddy-Daughter date night 2013. Never to be outdone, I took advantage of Martin enjoying a boys night out and spoiled Peyton silly on Saturday night.

As soon as Mr. Perfect Pants left for his beer drinking adventure, Peyton and I hit the town. We got the car washed (okay, I realize this isn't starting off well for Peyton, but to my credit, I did let her get whatever snack she wanted while waiting). Realizing I was losing ground, we sped over to Fashion Square Mall and hit the Disney Store. It's basically crack for kids, so I knew I was in for an expensive outing.

Up until this moment Peyton was adament that she dress up as Rapunzel for Halloween. And I was particularly happy about this since we already owned a Rapunzel costume and I would not have to spend a dime on Halloween this year.

And then she saw it - glistening with glitter and sparkles from the back of the store - singing her name and enticing her to come over. The Tinkerbell costume. She needed it. She wanted it. She had to have it.

"I thought you wanted to be Rapunzel?" I questioned.
"I changed my mind, Mommy. I am Tinkerbell."

So, what's a competitive mother like me to do? Peyton was just clinging to the costume. In love with it really. And she had just come off that wonderful night with her daddy...and I"m pretty sure at one point during the day she told me he was her favorite (crushing). So I had no choice really. Yes, I'm a sucker. Peyton will be Tinkerbell for Halloween. And the smile on her face when I told her I would get her the costume was worth every. damn. penny.

We spent the rest of the night playing at the mall playground, eating dinner with Gabriella, getting glitter tattoos, and walking around Scottsdale Quarter. She went to bed late (again), skipped her bath, and slept with her light up Tinkerbell shoes next to her bed. I let her eat fruit loops in bed in the morning.

No fancy dresses for our date - just some bad ass leopard loafers and skinny jeans.

Play time at Fashion Square Mall - a place Martin HATES taking her, but she loves. Score one for Mom.

Martin, I'll see your princess play and raise you a glitter tattoo.

Extra snuggles in bed on a lazy Sunday morning.

I don't know if I will ever "out do" Martin - and I don't really want to. As someone who has a special relationship with her own father, I fully understand the unexplainable magic that exists between a dad and daugther. But that isn't going to stop me from trying to create some special mother-daughter memories with her...even if it sends me to the poor house.