My girl? She loves her comfort.
I remember a complicated toddler phase that included tightly wrapping her legs in a fleece blanket before bed so she could be “nice and cozy”. If the blanket came loose in the middle of the night I’d be awakened by her shrieking “I’m not nice and cozy! I’m not nice and cozy!”
This summer Newt decided that shorts were really not that “comfy” when compared to skirts.
And skirts were not as “comfy” as dresses.
And the dresses she wanted (not too girly, loose fitting, easy to move it, yada, yada, yada…) did not exist.
What’s a mama to do?
In my case, I fought with my tearful daughter to get dressed every morning for a couple of weeks. And then, when I’d had enough, I whipped out my sewing machine and got to work.
She’s happy. I’m happy. And that works for me.
*The actual tally should read eleven. Newt’s friend received a gift of four brand spanking new dresses. Heaven help me, I just couldn’t stop myself.