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July 10, 2007

Lessons in Cool

Yesterday the boys and I had an errand to run in the town where Daddy works, so he asked us to come eat lunch with him and meet his new co-workers.  So as usual, I laid clothes out for both boys to wear: matching white polos and seersucker shorts.  They both look sooo adorable in those outfits, and people always compliment them a lot when they wear them.  But guess what?  Apparently they aren't exactly cool.

When Grayson went to his bed and saw his clothes, I heard, "Aww, MOM!  I wanted to look COOL.  Like a regular, everyday COOL GUY.  Not some matchy-matchy like the baby brother GOOFY guy!"  Umm... ouch.  Of course I let him pick out some other clothes and wear them, but I had to wonder, where did this sudden disdain for the matching outfits come from?  Since Grant was born I have had matching outfits for them, not for every day of course, but a couple each season.  And never any sissy-looking outfits either.  If I felt a dire need to dress the baby in a sailor suit or something, I would just get Grayson a button-down of the same material to wear with his khakis.  And I never heard a complaint either. 

Alas, my boy is growing up it seems.  If being in control of his clothes is important to him right now, I'll back off and let him control it.  It's hard, though.  If I had a crystal ball, I would see days and days of superhero shirts and soccer shorts in my future.  Oooohh the agony!  Maybe somehow I'll survive, and maybe, just maybe, Grayson will still let me dress him ocassionally.  Maybe.

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A badly taken picture of my cool guy in the offending outfit.

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When my older daughter was about 2 1/2, she announced that she was a teenager, and that she was "hip," in her words. I have no idea where that came from, but it's been a downhill slide of morning tantrums and mismatched outfits ever since. Good luck!

So far we've only had the one incident. Of course, that could be because he's worn his Indian outfit EVERY SINGLE DAY SINCE!! I suppose I should be glad he chose to identify so much with the Indian part of his ancestry and not the Scottish. Otherwise he could have been walking around in a skirt everyday. umm, I mean a kilt.

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