Here's the outfit we settled on this morning:Shirt, shoes and sock by Missy, little overalls from Daddy. She was INSISTENT that the left foot had to be sockless. We settled on going without the "purple" (about which she chanted for some time) since neither of us could figure out what the "purple" was.
So far the biggest single difference between babyhood and toddler/preschool-dom is that in the Larval Years you are the demigod. Like the Colonel with Young Elvis, you dress 'em, feed 'em, wake 'em and sleep 'em pretty much on your terms. You are the Boss. At two-and-a-half, little Miss and my relationship has become more...industrial. I'm still the Big Boss, but she has her moments; she's the Shop Steward to my Shift Manager. Sometimes she wins, sometimes she loses, sometimes it rains.Yesterday she wouldn't let me leave her at daycare until I drew her picture: here it is.
I like it because I finally managed to catch her expression and the jaunty little head-tilt she carries when she's feeling happy and mischievous. She is, in every way, a darling. Even when insisting on one sockless foot.