So I thought Eleanor was the most stubborn of my children with her insistence on wearing only dresses… But not so!
Both Oliver and George are standing firm on some of their own inconvenient (for me) fashion statements.
My oldest, Oliver, who was once rarely clothed by choice, has turned into that guy at the beach who refuses to take off his shirt. I’m not sure if it’s poor body image or poor circulation, but that boy won’t take off his damn shirt. Ever. This was kind of ridiculous at the pool – so I had to just buy him a surf shirt and be done with it.
He looks pretty cute though. Wonder if the haircut I plan to enforce on him tomorrow will ruin his scruffy surf boy look.
Then there’s George.
That feels like the theme of my life sometimes…”and then there’s George.”
Chris came back from business trip to Portland, OR recently with “Oregon” shirts for all the kids. George made the executive decision to make this shirt his daily wardrobe and scream his dog whistle shriek whenever it’s not available. I mean I have to wash it at LEAST once a week right? Anyway – here it is:
I know! Why THAT shirt? I don’t even question these things anymore. It’s just one of the arbitrary decrees that come down from Kid Parliament every now and again (why England? I don’t know – I only have five minutes to write this stuff!)
He calls it his “Letter Shirt.” I guess because of the neon letters on it? Either way, I’m disappearing it next week when we’re on vacation. The two blankies are enough. He doesn’t need a third that he can wear.
But I must say…it’s a far preferable alternative to another look he’s been known to bust out now and again. When you have a twin sister and you’re a bit too young to completely understand gender roles, tutus happen:
That kid’s two bananas away from Carmen Miranda!
George has only himself to blame for me posting that incriminating picture online. Stop drawing on my walls fifteen year old George! I don’t care if you haven’t done that in 12 years…I’m annoyed with you now. Disobey me now – suffer the consequences later. Karma’s a bitch kid.
Oh yeah… I'm already plotting my future revenge for the kids' current transgressions… Your boys are adorable, Kate!
The more you write about George, the more I like him. It's always so much more charming when it's someone else's child.
that 2 banana line is one of the best lines I have read in months! And, hey, think of the sunscreen that surf shirt is saving you!
can you hear me laughing?
Tutus happen? Two bananas away from Carmen Miranda?
I totally big giant pink puffy heart love you.
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I got some cool blackmail-worthy photos of my boys wearing their sisters' dresses, also. Ain't it great??
My nephew has socks as his security blanket. The problem is he has fav. ones and they can't be taken away. Needless to say he walks around with crusty, dirty socks. I got smart and threw it in the pool last time I was there.
Good luck with the cucaracha outfit!!!