It wouldn't be so bad if I would have just snuck it into the bottom of the donation bag that sits at the foot of M's bed collecting outgrown outfits. But, silly me, tossed it on top of the bag. A perfect spot for E to eye spy. And what does she do right when she wakes up this morning: she eye spies it, picks it up and runs off with it.
I couldn't help but let her pick it up. She was so curious and gentle about looking at it that I had to let her at least see what it was. Big mistake.
Next thing I know she has her legs through the neck of the shirt and is waddling around with it half way over her little diaper butt. I have to give her credit for attempting to dress herself at 17 months old. Well, I try to wiggle it off of her because I really didn't want her to wear the stinkin' pink thing and for the very first time ever she will not let me walk away with a piece of clothing.
So I throw it over her head and stick her arms through. She looks down at her belly and gives a satisfied little smirk. E wore the darn Dora shirt to daycare. Yes, I did cover it with a purple zip up hoody so only part of the little cartoon face was sticking out. I had too.
Obviously one full day didn't give her enough time with the shirt. When I tried to put it in the dirty laundry basket, after dressing her in pajamas, I turn around and she's got it all tangled around her little legs. At this point I have to laugh at my little fashion queen. I let her stagger around the apartment holding up the Dora shirt and trying not to trip.
I am 99% sure I just experienced our first outfit disagreement. I know it won't be the last. I have a feeling I am going to have a very brightly mismatched daughter for years to come.
P.S. I think I'll keep the shirt.
Keep Loving.
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