Bel Bambini recently opened a new store in Newport Beach, and we had the chance to preview the store during a fun party for local bloggers.
Besides attending the party, Wito and Wita were invited to model some of Bel Bambini’s clothes in a fashion show. I knew it was going to be a super relaxed atmosphere, so I agreed. Wito would love it, and Wita…well, we just crossed our fingers when it came to Wita. She’s 22 months old, people. You just kind of hope for the best, right?
To sum things up, here were the kids’ attitudes in regards to the show.
This is going to be fun. I’m happy to be here, mom!
This is bullshit.
Oh, Wita. God love her.
However, once she started to check things out, she changed her tune. Here she is checking out the fashion show platform.
Just a tad suspicious.
It was time to get the kids dressed. I walked over to the dressing area and received both kids’ outfits. I had to do a double-take when I surveyed Wita’s outfit. Not only was it white, but was made by CHRISTIAN DIOR. Two things I would probably never put on messy little Wita, but there she stood, drooling in a pristine white outfit that cost more than her mother’s. Hold me. I told D to please make sure that she didn’t dirty herself while I got Wito dressed. To him, I guess that was code for “give Wita food.”
Or “let Wita rub her tush all over the stair carpeting.”
Wito’s shirt was adorable. (Ben Sherman.)
After the kids were ready, they hung out for a bit of storytelling.
On with the show! Beautiful India.
Dapper Kembe.
Kristen and I taking a break from discussing how we are going to make Wito’s and India’s arranged marriage seem “okay” and “cool” to them.
(Because really, you guys? Are they not the cutest couple or what? Arranged marriages aren’t that horrible, right?)
TLF.
When it was time for my kids to make their appearance, Wito stood on the platform with a sweet smile.
And Wita?
Well, she did some dancing. The kind of dancing that would be appropriate during, let’s say, a 1920’s vaudeville act.
I little bit of the action was filmed for this video. Check it out around the 4:34 mark.
Good times, people. Good times.
kristen [rage against the minivan]
April 23, 2012 at 9:25 amOh my word, I LOVE that Wita’s dance was caught on tape. Although I think the booty-shake went on for a bit longer. Do you like how before your kids come out, I am forcibly pulling Karis’s finger out of her nose? So classy.
You know . . . Kembe and Wita are only three years apart. Kind of creepy now, but could work when he’s 29 and she’s 26. What do you say we make this a twofer?
whoorl
April 23, 2012 at 9:41 amYES. Where do I sign?
gorillabuns
April 23, 2012 at 9:50 amI think arranged marriages are probably more successful than ones you have to find yourself. Just my theory.
Becky
April 23, 2012 at 9:57 amMy best friend and I have been plotting our oldest kids’ arranged marriage since birth. We totally think it could (want it to ) work. Plus, you’re hand picking your in-laws as part of the deal. I’ve followed both your blogs for a while and I can totally see it!
Haley
April 23, 2012 at 10:26 amfunniest post! and your kids….could they be any more precious! so adorable!
sizzle
April 23, 2012 at 11:01 amThe part where you caption Wita as saying “This is bullshit” made me laugh out loud at my desk.
Damn those are some adorable kids, better dressed than a lot of adults I see!
Momo Fali
April 23, 2012 at 2:36 pmI wonder where she learned those moves!
suzanne @ pretty*swell
April 23, 2012 at 6:07 pmGirl after my own heart! Love this.
Caroline Cohenour
April 24, 2012 at 9:30 amI had no idea she was such a dancer! She’s a natural.
Heather B.
April 24, 2012 at 9:41 amI would like to be invited to The Wedding. Thank you.
Heather B.
April 24, 2012 at 9:46 amAnd then…I watch the video and I’m all “Is that Mike standing next to Dustin?” and it is and then I realize that I’ve turned into a creepy Internet person.
Yay!
mau
April 25, 2012 at 9:43 pmHaha she’s so funny!
Phoebe
April 26, 2012 at 7:29 pmHow cute! And what a treat to see the offspring of two of my favourite bloggers in one video (hi Annie).