Swimming sandals.

I bought Eleanor these sandals and she kept trying to wear them in the house and I was like, No, stop, but she VERY wanted to wear them, so I had to promise she could wear them to her swimming lessons the next day and now, in her mind, they are irrevocably tied to swimming lessons and we cannot go to swimming lessons if we are not wearing them.

THEY HAVE BUCKLES I WILL NEVER MAKE THAT MISTAKE AGAIN. She can have another pair of sandals with buckles when she's nine, and can do her own buckles. (Also, so firmly embedded in her mind was the idea of swimming lessons = sandals that she leaned over to the 9-year-old girl we sat next to before our first lesson and asked, Do you have new sandals?)

Anyway, as promised, Eleanor feeds a baby goat:

and Eleanor feeds a baby baby.

Both are Very Serious Tasks to be taken upon with Seriousness.