Both Joe and I have mentioned clothing temper tantrums now. It's a losing battle that I decided I'm not going to fight anymore. For instance, one day he decided he was no longer willing to wear pajamas to bed. Only jeans. I protested at first, but I have since given in. It's not worth fighting about. Like so many other things, it'll be a phase that he grows out of. (Coming home and wanting to get into jammies right away being one of them. That was a cute phase.)
Yesterday to go to the park Theo insisted on wearing a long sleeve, button down collared shirt. Ok, Theo. Next, I pulled out a comfy pair of sweatpants, and he threw them, and scooped up a pair of jeans instead. Ok, Theo.
At the park I watched my very fashionable boy play. I couldn't help but be proud of him, with his New Yorker mentality already established.
Monday, October 16, 2006
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You called it! I love that vision of him! As long as he's not too bohemian - aka starving artist. There have been enough of those in the family
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