Lately, my parenting battles are a little more interesting (And by interesting, I mean entertaining to the general public). I'm elated that my three-year-old is willing to dress himself. It's just one less thing I have to worry about in the morning. However, it would appear that he is not an expert in style (or matching for that matter). So, which battle do I fight; trying to get him to dress himself, or trying to get him to match? I choose to pretend that the matching battle doesn't even exist. Oh, honey, that outfit is great. You did such a good job of dressing yourself.
|Gavin's most recent fashion statement.|
All of these choices are really tiny little battles that I'm choosing not to fight. I'd really like for him to just get out of the car quickly, but I'm compromising by giving him the choice to crawl out the back - even though this generally adds five minutes to the getting-out-of-the-car process. I'd rather he just sit in the front of the grocery cart, like a normal child, but I'm willing to let him sit where he wants. (Plus, riding on the underside of the cart looks, well, fun. I'd do it if I could.) In a perfect world, he'd just eat whatever snack I prepared for him, but he likes to choose it for himself. (I have had to limit his choices. I mean, the kid would seriously eat fruit snacks for every meal and snack if I allowed him to).
The good news is, he's happy when I let him choose rather than forcing something upon him. The bad news is, I have to take him out in public wearing mismatched outfits, carrying his favorite six toys, and eating two packages of fruit snacks. But, I'd rather deal with the stares of disapproval than try to grocery shop with a screaming toddler.