What do you want to be today?
A pirate? A blue knight? A green night? Kung Fu Panda? Tai Lung? Batman? A Striposaurus? A chameleon? A silver angel? What?
Evan is finally interested in choosing his outfit for the day. I’ve heard that girls start this ritual sooner than boys, which I tend to believe because up to a month ago, Evan only wanted to be naked. Now he gets upset when I try to pick something out or help him get dress. Except today, but that is another story about getting attention.
To pick his outfits, Evan decides what he wants to be for the day. Striposauruses wear strips; while the chameleon wears strips occasionally, but the shirt must be green too. As Po, Evan wears his “Legend in the Making” shirt, and when he is a fierce snow leopard, Evan MUST wear camouflage pants. The only pirate shirt we have has a skull and cross bones on it, but it’s not the main pattern of the shirt as in no one would guess he was a pirate. That goes for Batman, which is either all blue or the one black shirt that has “NoTW,” which just screams vigilantism (maybe it does, I hardly let him wear it as I’m not to keen on the philosophy). Don’t forget the silver angel, which is quite new. That is a grey shirt, usually the Mickey Mouse one, and grey pants, which usually are the Mickey Mouse ones. Of course, there are the robots shirts when he wants to be one of those. Only when he’s a chameleon will he choose to be the same thing twice in a row.
The other day as I was trying to persuade my son that he can’t go naked like a lion, I started pulling out shirts.
Me: How about this one?
Evan: No, Mommy, I want to be an iris!
Evan: I want to be an iris!
Me: Umm, ok, mmmm. What color iris do you want to be? Blue? Red? Purple? (Why did I say purple? He’s going to want purple now, and we don’t own a purple shirt.)
Evan: Green! I want to be a green iris!
Me: (I start looking for all our green shirts) Wait. You mean Irisssshhhh. You want to wear your green Irish shirt.
Evan: Yes, I want to be a green iris!
Then there are the shoes. He has black tennis shoes, but those take a back seat to the blue cat-fish shoes that go with the Batman, the blue knight, the green knight, and the pirate outfits.
But then there are the days Evan’s shirts are too boooooring. Then he decides to wear a button up Hawaiian shirt. Then he’s better dressed than his mama, and I wonder if my brother’s metrosexual gene was coming out in Evan.
So Evan chooses outfits on what he wants to be for the day, and I’m cool with that. I actually think we all do the same. It’s really a fun way to dress. Will I be the mean mommy? Will I be the fun mommy? Will I pretend I’m no one’s mommy?
I’ve started to give Sean a choice between two shirts, and while he is not as advanced as Evan is in his selection, Sean tends to pick things he can say. He’s shirts are blue and/or have balls or cars on them. It’s simple and effective.
There’s just one problem with their dressing. Something that just gets under my skin. It drives me nuts. They coordinate! No matter how hard I try to get them to look different an individual, they both end up wearing similar colors or similar patterns. It does not help that some people think dressing my boys in the same clothes would be just adorable. Please. I want to different boys, not carbon copies. Mainly because the world is not ready for two Evans, or two Seans, come to think of it.