Axiom the first: When this house is peaceful, you know somebody is stewing in poo.
Earlier this week, is was colder than usual outside. So we decided to change Maddie’s shirt from a short sleeve one to a long sleeve one. She was wearing pink pants, and the new long sleeve shirt was a gray one with a purple decal. When I motioned to put the gray shirt on her, she freaked. She absolutely refused, and she ran away. I went after her, and she ran to her chest of drawers and tried to pull the whole darn thing down on top of her. Seemed she’d rather die than go to preschool dressed in that.
So I go to gather her at the chest of drawers, and I realize, she’s not trying pull it over. She’s tugging at one of the upper drawers. So I open it for her, and lift her up so she could see into it. She’d never seen the contents of the upper drawers before.
She takes about 5 seconds fiddling around in the drawer, and pulls out a different appropriate shirt, and motions to me, here. It was fine by me, as long as she wears something and I can take her to school.
We’d never let Maddie choose her own clothes before. But apparently some things aren’t up to us. Maddie’s decided that she gets veto power. And that’s that.
Who We Were Then
- Maddie (2 years old)
- Aaron (0 years old)