Today I was reminded that what constitutes a good day depends entirely on your perspective. In the eyes of my 5 year old sons, today was a good day indeed.
Since my children have started choosing their own clothes in the last few months, I have asked them to allow me to choose their clothes for church on Sundays. This arrangement has worked out well until this morning. I chose an ensemble for the boys that I knew might face a little opposition: the last remaining smocked outfit they own.
I know they are getting a little old for smocking, but I am a Southern girl--and these are my babies. In my mind I decided that when they turned five I would pack the boys' smocking all away--and I did, except for this one. In my defense, it is not new. They have had it since last year. It is brown and has sports balls smocked on it, so I thought I might be able to get away with it a little longer.
When I laid out their clothes this morning, R was the first to protest, "I do NOT want to wear this." I walked into another room without responding to him. In a couple of minutes P and R appeared in my bathroom. P was partially dressed in the outfit with a pajama-clad R behind him attempting to button him up as he walked.
"Look at that teamwork!" I remarked.
"Mom, I am buttoning him up to see if this still fits," R informed me. (He is a clever little guy, isn't he?)
I looked at P and realized it was, in fact, too tight.
"R, it looks like it is your lucky day! You guys have grown too much to wear this."
"YES!" he responded as he flashed his dimples at me.
A few minutes later they were dressed in something more age appropriate and I set to work on getting the Georgia Bulldog tattoos off their cheeks from a birthday party they had attended yesterday. After several seconds of scrubbing with soap and water it became apparent something stronger was in order.
"This does not want to come off, boys!"
Assuming this meant they were going to get to continue sporting those big dawgs on their faces, a delighted R shouted, "P, it IS our lucky day!"
Fast forward 6 hours. I took the children with me to Kroger so my husband could get a little work done in peace. As we were walking through the wet parking lot, the boys were eyeing the rushing streams of rain water and puddles.
"Is it OK if we step in these, Mommy?"
They were wearing Crocs and I was feeling a little wild, so I told them that would be fine.
A grinning R remarked, "This REALLY has been a very lucky day!"
9 comments:
Oh so sweet, I too love the smocking. Guess the boys loved that they had the best of lucky days today! Have a wonderful week!
you are so right!
Ah J...once again you hit the nail on the head! Sam hates anything that isn't a t-shirt. No buttons, no collars, nothing. It's so frustrating when he has such cute clothes that he refuses to wear.
I take the same approach that you mentioned. Sunday is the day I get to decide what he wears. Problem is that we made it through church and then I wanted to pick out his clothes for a birthday party we were attending this afternoon. He reasoned that my turn to pick was OVER and he was NOT wearing a button shirt. It was NOT his lucky day, nor mine apparently!
That is awesome! And just FYI rubbing alcoholin a cotton swab gets those tattoos off instantaniously!;) they might not like it that I told you that!!!
Aw, that sounds cute. I don't even know what smocking is, though. Hehe...
Baby oil does wonders. My oldest still has a few smocked things. He just turned 4, though. My younger son, Truman, pulled a fast one on us and potty trained as he turned 2 a few months ago. Jon Jons are now quite elusive. It breaks my heart. There are several one piece outfits that his brother wore that I am going to have to put on him.
fabulous! my husband and i recently had the "smocking" talk. my kids still let me pick their clothes, but my husband has put his foot down about my putting smocked jon-jons on the boys anymore. i know they're getting on the older side for that look, but I LOVE IT. and i'm not ready for my babies to grow up!
My dad always says, "Every day is a good day, some are just better than others!"
I put Jacob in anything smocked for as long as my husband would allow...that only lasted until he was 3. He outlawed the jon jon and anything smocked. It was a sad, sad day! At least I have a little girl and she'll wear smocked outfits and big bows until college. :) (I'm kidding. Kinda.)
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