He didn’t want to get dressed and it became a wrestling match to get the job done. I half expected to hear a play-by-play in the background by a cheesy ring announcer. While there were no pile-drivers or chairs tossed around, I did chase him from one room to another and deflect some kicks. It was neither sport nor entertainment.
After a few time outs, letting Bug pick out the perfect pull-up (sigh...) and select his clothes (it’s an outfit that screams, “My son dressed himself and looks like a leprechaun") and a change of shirts for me
And then Bug told me he didn't like my shoes...that hurt.
I had that same struggle today except it was catching Layla to go take her nap!
ReplyDeleteYep - it's got to be that "perfect" pullup, and of course, the polkadot pants paired with the dress festooned with hearts. The only rationale to the outfit I can guess at is that the hearts and dots are about the same size...
ReplyDeleteAny flying headbutts??
ReplyDeleteOh man, I remember those days. Ugh. And yeah, the comment about your shoes, so unnecessary. :)
ReplyDeleteThis was cute. It reminds me of my mornings...lol.
ReplyDeleteI am SO glad to know that there's another child who has a PULL-UP PREFERENCE! And I think my 3-year-old girl is going to be in the WWE someday, and not as one of the girls who walks around holding the signs either, she will take the big, gold belt.
ReplyDeletehaha. I want to hang a sign around my child's neck..."I dress myself".
ReplyDeleteHe's a boy...what does he know about shoes? :)
We have wrestle mania TLC every morning. You know, the ladders and chairs match?
ReplyDeleteouch! i took stella to "big girl school" aka daycare one day a couple of weeks ago only to realize that i didn't put any shoes on her. i'm a great mom...
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