Matthew said this weekend after he tripped over a rock: "It's getting really hard for me to walk these days... I'm almost five."
And as I type this, we're on attempt #6 to get dressed:
First attempt: went upstairs and came down 20 minutes later still in his pajamas.
Second attempt: Came downstairs with shorts on correctly, but with an undershirt instead of a regular tee-shirt. Praised him on the shorts choice, sent him back up to get a tee-shirt.
Third attempt: Came downstairs with a pair Mark's boxer shorts. I asked him, in a slightly exasperated tone, "Is that a shirt or is that a pair of Daddy's underpants??" He answered, "A shirt!" "No, Matthew, those are Daddy's underpants. Go upstairs and find a short-sleeved shirt."
Fourth attempt: Came downstairs with a long-sleeved shirt. I explained to him that's it's going to be warm outside today, go back up and choose a short-sleeved shirt.
Fifth attempt: Came downstairs with a short-sleeved shirt. YAY! ...until I realized that the shirt was a dirty, wrinkled mess. He must have pulled the shirt out of the laundry. I'm starting to wonder if it's worth it trying to teach this child independence and whether I should give in and get him dressed myself. Sent him upstairs for a clean, short-sleeved shirt, from his second dresser drawer.
Sixth attempt: FINALLY!! Success! Thank the good Lord!
Meanwhile, Jill had gone upstairs an hour earlier and picked out a clean, perfectly matched outfit from her drawers, put her pajamas neatly away, and successfully got herself dressed.
1 comment:
Well you're 1 up on me...if I sent James to get clothes he'd be totally lost...he'd come down stark naked sobbing at the top of his lungs because he can't find clothes. Of course his undies are in a high drawer, his dresser is 50 years old so the drawers are sticky and his shirts are in one of 4 closets (all our clothes are scattered). I have to set all his clothes out for him
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