My four-year-old is the queen of outfit changes. She can go through a dozen outfits in a day, rotating from pants to a skirt to shorts to a dress, then back to the skirt with a different shirt, that shirt with a different pair of shorts, a second skirt, a different dress…you get the idea.
Today she had worn four different outfits by 10am. Five if you counted the PJs she woke up in and insisted on wearing for the first hour. When her grandparents showed up at 10am, she immediately began tugging at the bow behind her, untying the sash around her waist so that she could quickly change her dress before they made it into the house. Where does this desire come from? I’d say it’s a girl thing, except that I’m a girl, and I have no such thing. Likewise with her baby sister, who hates changing clothes unless the ones she’s wearing are soaked in milk or juice.
I frequently watch my kids carry on in their own unique orbits, and wonder if the habits and behaviors they’re so consistent about are hints about what kind of adults they’ll be, the types of careers they’ll pursue, or at least the majors they’ll consider in college. If that’s true, then so far she’ll be pursuing acting, fashion design, modeling, teaching, being a personal shopper, cooking, and some sort of manager/director position. Pretty much anything but food tasting.
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Thursday, July 09, 2009
Monday, June 08, 2009
Matching Outfits
My sister and I, just 20 months apart in age, never wore matching outfits growing up. In fact, we went to great lengths to avoid wearing similar clothes. If we were ever given matching outfits as gifts from family members who didn’t know better, we’d make sure never to wear them on the same day. Which is why it seems so strange to me that my girls, also 20 months apart in age, love to wear identical outfits.
It’s gotten to the point where I pick out one kid’s outfit for the day, then show it to the other one, before asking what she wants to wear. If they can’t find their identical princess shirts, and the matching purple frog shirts are both dirty, and it’s too warm for the similar long-sleeved Tinkerbell shirts, they’ll settle for shirts that are different, but that they received in the same gift package from their Grandma. How they can both remember the gift well enough to distinguish the Easter gift shirts (one blue with butterflies, the other orange with flowers) from the Grandma’s visit shirts (one purple with a sparkly design, the other green with a turtle on it), I’ll never know, but they remember, and expect me to as well.
I think it might have something to do with my aversion to dressing them alike. I didn’t like it as a child, so I’ve avoided doing it to them for so long, that now it’s an attractive alternative from the norm. Maybe if I’d insisted on dressing them alike, they’d now refuse to do so.
It’s gotten to the point where I pick out one kid’s outfit for the day, then show it to the other one, before asking what she wants to wear. If they can’t find their identical princess shirts, and the matching purple frog shirts are both dirty, and it’s too warm for the similar long-sleeved Tinkerbell shirts, they’ll settle for shirts that are different, but that they received in the same gift package from their Grandma. How they can both remember the gift well enough to distinguish the Easter gift shirts (one blue with butterflies, the other orange with flowers) from the Grandma’s visit shirts (one purple with a sparkly design, the other green with a turtle on it), I’ll never know, but they remember, and expect me to as well.
I think it might have something to do with my aversion to dressing them alike. I didn’t like it as a child, so I’ve avoided doing it to them for so long, that now it’s an attractive alternative from the norm. Maybe if I’d insisted on dressing them alike, they’d now refuse to do so.
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