Day 148

This week we started the I'm-a-big-girl-and-can-make-my-own-decisions stage. I've been encouraging her to make choices lately when it comes to lots of things, but I wasn't prepared for her to start choosing her own clothes.

My first real experience with it was last Tuesday when I picked out her outfit for the day. As soon as I brought it upstairs to her, she said "No Mommy! Pink shirt pwease" which sent me back downstairs to get her a pink shirt. Then as we are getting ready to walk out the door to do a few errands she demands to wear rain boots...on a sunny day...when the temperature outside at 9am was already hot. I begged her to wear tennis shoes since we were headed out to playdate after errands. Nope, she was set on wearing those darn rain boots. Instead of arguing with her, I decided to pack another pair of shoes because inevitably she would want to take the rain boots off to play at some point.

This girl is stubborn.

Not only did she not take off her rain boots ALL DAY, she wanted to wear them to bed at nap time. I had to draw the line somewhere right? It was 10 minutes of crying before I got those boots off her. As I walked out of her room, I thought to myself "Its just one of those things, she likes her rain boots." I was kidding myself.

Since Tuesday, we've had to pick out her clothing together. I only give her 2 choices and let her decide which one she likes best. This has included a tutu, hair bows on her shirt, and socks that don't match, but hey, she's only 2. The only time I let her truly decide her own clothing is at bed time when she can choose which pajamas she wants to wear.

Tonight she wanted to wear her new pink Tutu to bed. She also wanted to wear a necklace and some hair bows in her hair. I let her wear the tutu, but convinced her that a necklace and hair bow would be uncomfortable. She was so excited to wear the tutu she completely forgot about the rest. This is how happy she was:



Its funny how at 2 years old, children start to really develop their personality. Lucy has always been very girly, but even more so the older she gets. She literally "flits" when she runs and doesn't like things to get dirty. She hates when her shirt gets food on it or when her hands are covered in dirt. She also has a slight OCD personality when it comes to things like her bedroom. Everything has its place and if one things moves, for instance her Daddy pillow, a complete meltdown ensues until everything is back where it belongs. I can't even begin to imagine how she's going to be as she grows older...my little angel is growing up to fast.