Everyday, Nora is getting more and more independent.
For the past two weeks, she has been all about doing things on her own. She tells me she needs privacy in the bathroom. She wants to brush her own teeth. And this just in — she wants to pick her own clothes. She wore these pajamas (two tops, two pairs of long pants and two pairs of shorts — all at once) for nearly two days before I put my foot down and said they were dirty; she had to change into something different to visit Dada at work…and no, she could not wear the slippers my mom sent (which are nearly glued onto her feet) out of the house.
It took a lot of cajoling, but she finally took the pajamas off, and picked out this:
Luckily, she’s cute in anything. And clever, too. When I tried to suggest that the tutu didn’t match her Patriot’s jersey, she got out the green and white stripe leggings and said, “Now they match, because this is green.” Needless to say, she won that argument.
Right now, I’m laughing and loving the outfits she puts together. She obviously has her own sense of style (and matching) and she is so pleased with it. “Do I look pretty?” She always asks us, “Do I look beautiful?” Or sometimes, she giggles and asks, “Do I look a little funny, mama?”
“You’re always pretty, Nora, no matter what you wear,” we say, but we also join in the giggles. She’s really wanted to choose her own clothes for the past four days or so, and I’ve just been going with the flow. She’s so proud of herself and enjoys the process, I can’t bring myself to say no. Plus, at least I know she’s warm when she’s wearing five shirts, two pairs of pants, and a skirt! Clearly, the girl likes layers. Anyway, there will be plenty of time to argue about style and appropriateness later, and by then I’ll probably be begging Nora to put leggings under skirts.
So, for now, we wear rain boots, pajamas, two swimming suits, sock mittens, and ladybug hats all at once.
Maybe it’s time to invest in one of those “I dressed myself!” buttons.
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