Amy does not like getting dressed in the morning. This past week I tried a new tactic. Twice she was VERY displeased with a shirt I was trying to put on her, so I suggested she go get another one from her drawer. She did this willingly, and getting the shirt of her choice on her was easier. I wouldn’t say it was straightforward, but at least she wasn’t screaming bloody murder and pulling it in every direction but on.
Before I go further, let me say that I enjoy getting both my kids dressed, or more accurately I enjoy the end result. They both have some really nice clothes, thanks to hand-me-downs from generous friends, and I will fully admit that it pleases me to see them looking nice.
This morning I picked out an outfit for Amy and put her shirt on. It was a bit of a fight, but we got it on. Then I stopped and gave her a break before tackling the pants. The shirt was a nice red long-sleeved onesie and the pants were jeans with some pretty red flowers embroidered on them.
I got sidetracked by some other getting-ready task, and it ended up being Greg who was in charge of pants. Amy put her foot down and refused to wear the jeans, and instead picked another pair of pants she’d been carrying around with her all morning. A pair of navy blue cotton ones with pink, turquoise and white dragonflies. Really cute pants that definitely DID not go with her red shirt. And I don’t fault Greg for the result…Amy can be pretty darn stubborn.
I knew that trying to get her into pants that matched was a stupid battle, and I didn’t fight it. But it did bother me. I am reasonable enough to tell myself that it shouldn’t, but it did. But I’m proud of the fact that she left the house dressed in what she wanted to wear.
And I’m even prouder of the fact that when I grabbed socks for her, I purposely picked socks that didn’t match her shirt or her pants.
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