The little twins are growing up. Now that they’ve started kindergarten they’ve gained a little independence. Namely, choosing their own clothes. After a week of fighting with Jackson to put on the clothes I chose for him – which were the same clothes I chose for Reese – I gave in. He gets to pick what he wants to wear. I have veto power because he has been known to dress like a homeless person.
This morning I told him to go pick out his clothes. He came out in a gray long-sleeved shirt and fleece gray pants. Obviously, it is a fashion faux pas to wear a gray shirt and gray pants. I told him to go change into jeans. Three minutes later he returned in gray and black athletic pants. I said, “No, Jackson change into jeans.”
I know the game here. The boys prefer pants with an elastic waist, because buttons and zippers are hard for their little fingers. But they have to learn. Also, they can’t look grubby all the time.
Jackson stomped back into his room and returned a few minutes later wearing blue and white athletic pants.
Frick on a stick. I said, “Jackson! I’m serious! Go change into jeans. The only pants that go with that shirt are jeans. Put on jeans right now or we are going to be late!!”
Jackson started fake crying. Loud, very loud. I assumed he would stop, but after a few minutes of crying I went in to find him standing in his closet, without pants, yanking shirts off the hangers.
I took a deep breath and said as calmly as possible, (which was not at all calm) “JACKSON! What are you doing? If you keep fighting with me, you will not get to choose your own clothes anymore! Put on a pair of jeans. NOW!”
“But Mommy!”
“No Jackson. No arguments, put on jeans right now.”
“BUT I DON’T KNOW WHAT JEANS ARE!”
Oh. Oops.
YIKES ON BIKES – today’s blog was outta control funny. I laughed out loud. Love your blog and reading all the wild and crazy things you write about!
Awwwww…. Don’t you hate it when you realise that all that time you thought it was the kid being unreasonable, it was really you? Happens to me all the time.
You may have to send him clothes shopping with his big sister.
Hahahahahaha!! I knew that was coming. Every time I choose to put my foot down, something like this happens..
Tip: let him choose the top, and you choose the bottom.
P.s My kid dresses like a princess ballerina on crack.
I snorted out of my nose laughing when I read this. That happens to me all the time, that is when I feel terrible. Like getting angry at my little boy for pushing all the buttons on the washing machine last night only to find out the machine had actually broken down.
Oh my, did that break your heart a little? At least I know I am normal when I do something like this. I think we need to know other moms mess up, too. It relieves some of the guilt, (but not all of it.)
Aw. Poor kid. He’ll never forget now!
This makes me thankful for our school uniforms. But my boys had a yogurt fight in the back seat on the way to school today. They will always find ways to look homeless.
Awe, that’s so super sweet! It always makes me feel bad when I think the kid is just trying to be difficult and it turns out she’s really trying to be helpful but doesn’t knwo how!
Made my morning! Laughter certainly lifted my mood.
Aww.. poor Jackson!!
Hahahaha!I am going through the same thing right now with Nate,and he’s so skinny I have his adjustable waist buttoned on the last buttons and they still slide down. Move over Top Model!
That is so funny, poor kid, he was trying so hard! “Dressy” around my house is jeans. My boys are all about those elastic waists…
USE YOUR WORDS JACKSON
So what does he call them, dungarees? How ’bout pajama jeans – I’m just dying for a review. They look as comfy as Snuggies.
I have two sons 42 & 41. I can’t tell you how many times I did similar things. They turned out well and are still speaking to me. Your children make me smile.
Oh,my goodness! Poor little guy! Lol. I couldn’t get my Laura to stop wearing her cowboy boots with a tutu for weeks!! She would sleep in it! I had to take it off while she slept to wash it. Then Sharon only wanted to wear boy clothes for about 2 years. Sometimes her big brothers old shirts. (Talk about dressing like a homeless person.) They turned out just beautifully and still love me!