With two little girls wearing a variety of sizes, I’m constantly doing a weird clothing dance that involves a closet, a trundle under Julia’s crib, and three under-the-bed storage units. I rotate out summer and winter, sizes from 6 months to 2T to 3T and even a couple of 4T things. Shoes, hats, socks, underwear – all that stuff needs to be switched out, stored, possibly donated, and sometimes even thrown out. I also like to buy ahead of season, so I have one storage thing that’s exclusively 4T summer and winter clothes for Hazel’s next year. Sometimes Hazel likes to “help” with this rotation by pretending to do laundry, a game in which she flings stuff all over creation and hides it under our pillows. A couple of days ago, as she was playing, she pulls out a very lacy, frilly dress and demands that I put it on her. The dress, which was one my mom had made for me when I was four or five, is one of those things that I don’t want Hazel to wear, per say, but I will not give away. Somewhat bemused, I slipped the dress on her. Halfway up she tells me to stop, she doesn’t like it, what am I still pulling it up for, WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?! What would any mother with my extremely high propensity for sarcasm have done? Take pictures, of course!!
I could not be more thrilled with her hating this dress (sorry, Mama – no offense!). So many little girls would FREAK OUT at a frilly dress all their own, a white one – like a bride! I hate the princess culture, and I’ve worked hard on keeping Hazel away from it. In the store, she frequently points out pictures of princesses on anything (books, toothbrushes, cereal, you name it) and says, “Look, Mama, there’s that girl you don’t like!” I thought it was very interesting to see her reaction to this dress, since she wants to wear skirts and dresses pretty often. I was just so damn happy that she wasn’t prancing around, but instead sulking at me, that I just had to document it.