I'd like to clarify a couple things. My oldest is two and a half years old. He's a boy. He's quite rough and tumble. Mommy fancies herself quite the in-the-know stylish lady on the days time can be found for a shower. My worlds have now collided. I haven't yet decided if I should clutch my chest and wipe away tears of joy or pull out my hair in frustration. Fortunately for me, the kid has got great taste. Michael Kors, Jr or Mini Marc, if you will.
It all started the day I put a pair of baby Uggs on of his brothers (cute on a 9 month old, but grown adult - not so much). He got very upset and on a 50 degree sunny day insisted on wearing his winter snowboots because his brothers were wearing boots. What are three boys if not co-ordinated? Then came the day I put in the "wrong" cuffless sweatpants. He threw himself on the floor, cried; then got up, brushed himself off and got out the proper color for me to put on him. A smile then crossed his face. He now does this over his his t-shirts, long sleeve shirts, hats and shoes. It's all wrong. And he will inevitably pick out something that looks cooler than what we started with in the first place. Never mind that I bought nearly everything the kid owns to begin with.
And the shoes.... He had this one pair of brown slide on Timberlands that he is obsessed with. He'll wear those shoes till they rot off him I'm convinced. We're still working on the whole "shoe appropriate" concept. It could be worse. He could be attached to polar bear slippers or Elmo sneakers or something equally ridiculous. The brown slide on Tims are nice - they resemble a miniature pair of Merrells.
The defining point began two days ago when he and I spent the better part of 20 minutes debating the finer points of Batman flannel button up pajamas versus martian cotton pajamas. The Batman won. But the next morning, he came running downstairs in a fever pitch with his Batman top on, holding the martian bottoms demanding to mix his prints in a retro-chic sort of way.
He is young and has so much to learn. The foundation has clearly been set and Momma is proud. Sniff.
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OMG...too funny! My daughter, Kara, was much like that at his age - right down to her panties. If they weren't the "right" kind, she refused to wear 'em. It started just prior to her first year of preschool and she is now almost 12. It only gets worse!
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