Two nights ago, the shirts came out again.
It was during the crazy time--after bath time, before bedtime.
I was trying to put away some laundered clothes while Ivan was playing in his room. Of course, he wouldn't let me, but dumped on the floor all the nicely folded clothes that were in the drawer. And then he found the long-sleeved striped shirt he liked. And then, he saw the other shirt, the short-sleeved red striped shirt, under some other shirts in the drawer and pulled out.
He wanted me to put the long-sleeved one on him, which I did. (This time the shirt fit much more snuggly than before. It was almost too small.)
He ran around it in for some time, before I managed to take it off. But he protested so I put that shirt in bed with him as a blanket.
Last week, he found the one-piece buttoned down shortsleeved/legged jumper Andy's mom recently bought him. He pulled it out and brought it to me. He put one arm through one sleeve and wanted me to help him with the other. I did. Then he ran over into his room to check himself out in the mirror.
I wander what goes through his head when he does that. I find it hilarious that he has clothing preferences at 18-month-old.
Who knew?!
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Midnight ramblings of a working mom of two kids.
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