I am sure that my kids have made a secret pact to make me crazy, I am not sure if they like me so well in my white jacket that they would like me to wear it all the time or they would like to spend weekends as an adult walking the beautiful grounds at St Elizabeth's with their mom. Whatever it is, our life is wild, wacky, wonderful and yes very crazy!
At the tender age of 2 your need for controls over your wardrobe is well, annoying cute(ish) to say the least. I am a fan of expressing your individuality, that is why both of your brothers look like they belong in a 70's cover band. But when expressing your own sense of style comes at the expense of my (fragile) sanity and disruption to our fragile morning schedule, I have to step in and put a stop to things. Yesterday when I left you in the capable hands of your Bubbe who has raised 3 very stylish children of her own, the fit you threw over the dress I picked out was monumental.
I am a little unsettled by this diva behavior from you. You are my only girl. My youngest. I have 2 boy's, I have been inundated with trucks, baseball jersey's, tennis shoes and all things smelly boy. You are my only girl. You are my tutu, princess crown, pretty dress with tights and matching panties dream of all things girlie. You are only 2, your not suppose to care about what you wear yet. For the love of things pink and foofy Baby Girl let me put you in a damm tutu or a dress!