You just never know about mornings with Madeline. Some mornings are great- she gets up, turns on cartoons, I make hot chocolate milk, she gets dressed, brushes her teeth and we are out the door. But rarely does it go that easily. Lately they have been very difficult. She fights with me about what to wear so I put all of her clothes in her drawers and told her she could pick out her own outfits and dress herself from now on (this is a BIG deal for me). This morning I asked her to go and get dressed saying over and over as she moved slowly toward her room, "thank you!" and, "good job!". I was about to go and dress Tucker when I peeked in her room (after like 10 minutes) and she was standing there in her gymnastics leotard and nothing else. Today is a school day, not gymnastics day. I got really angry and told her to put on school clothes NOW! She told me that that was the outfit she had put on just to pick out books for her babies. I was only half listening and told her again to get dressed and then I got home and saw this...
And even though I'm justified in being frustrated that we are late EVERY morning to school, I do have to laugh at the fact that OF COURSE my daughter has to have an outfit specifically for picking out books for her babies. I have to have the right outfit for every occasion too. Not that I'm fancy and perfect all the time but the right outfit does make the task at hand more enjoyable.
And as I go about my "morning chores" this is the pile I have picked up in the living room of Madeline's things to be put away. I love my little girl. Her silky, a tiara, a wand, sleeping beauty socks, her ballet slippers, a princess book, and a barbie computer. A sea of princess pink. I think I'll pick out a special "play princess with Madeline" outfit for the afternoon.
i think girls having trouble getting dressed is completely normal. we (my mom and i) used to have fashion shows for spencer every single night. i would go into her closet, close the door, and then pop the doors open with a wonderful outfit i had put together. i'd yell, "voila!" and she would turn up her nose, say "no way. next!" and that was that. i bet we did it for hours every night. at least it felt that way.
ReplyDeleteto this day, spencer picks out (and irons) her outfits for the next day the night before. and then she hangs the outfit on her closet door until she gets dressed.
maybe she just felt pretty in her leotard. sometimes i feel pretty in my nightshirt and scrubs and i justify going out like that. "it's saline county", i'll think to myself. "people 'round here don't care what i wear."
it's hard being a girl. and being a mom of a girl :) i love you. and i love madeline too.
love this post. and you. and love love love this pic at the top of your blog :)
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