The other day I posted a little story about Big Sis and all the gut-wrenching, heart-tugging drama that went along with a little outfit I made her wear.
Fast forward a couple of weeks, when, as we speak, Baby Sis is upstairs screaming her lungs bloody, because I dared zip her into some fleecy, footy pajamas. SIDE NOTE: A COLD FRONT is coming in tonight, and its supposed to get down to 47 degrees. My house is a drafty old relic built in 1928. When its 47 outside, its 46 degrees inside. Those are the Laws of the Old House that Changeth Not, and if you’ve ever lived in a drafty old relic of a house, you KNOW its the truth. So, those fleecy, footy pajamas…..its just that time of year when those things are a necessity when you’re a TWO YEAR OLD WHO KICKS THE COVERS OFF.
So, Baby A screams. I’ve envisioned my neighbors on both sides hearing the screams and teaming up to alert Child Protective Services. Probably taking turns dialing up that 1-800 number, because my two-year-old is upstairs screaming, “I WANT IT OFF!!!! I WANT IT OFF!!!!!!!!!.”
And I’m just sitting here wondering, is this a girl thing??? Do moms of boys have all this drama over their wardrobe????? I’m a little envious of those moms who can throw on a Lightening McQueen t-shirt from Wal Mart and a pair of denim shorts on their kid, and never hear a peep about it. Is this a ‘girl’ thing…….a ‘sinful nature’, rebellion thing……..
(…Or is this my fault?)
Don’t be too honest now. 😉
Because I’m sort of having a moment…..an ever-so-brief, fleeting moment…..of insanity…..when I’m sort of wishing I could experience what its like to have a boy.