It has been an interesting time of reflection lately; our morning routine is fairly established and I've noticed something, most mornings when I tell Brody to get dressed he asks me to come pick out his clothes- not because he's super concerned about how he will look at school but because for the majority of his life, especially when he was little I robbed him of that decision making. I was way too concerned about him being cute and matchy and fancy then I was about him developing independence. Oops. And he didn't care. He didn't fight me much on clothes choices. But now I'm fighting him to exercise his independence and make his own clothing choices.
Then enters my strong willed, super opinionated Zane. This guy is all about his own ideas- being his mother has made me read parenting books, seek help from good parenting friends and pray for patience everyday. Don't read into this wrong- he is a joy. He is smart and funny and full of life and energy, but wow he pushes me to be better and to work hard at parenting. He becomes fixated on things- like particular clothing or shoes and I cannot distract him or change his mind- so I have struck a deal- Sundays I get to help him make choices but the rest of the week he can dress himself.
I cringe 6 mornings a week. Because I'm still me. But I refuse to battle and get frustrated over clothes. He will grow out of it... Right?
And one day I'll look back at these pictures and Zane and I will laugh.. A lot. These pictures are awful by the way, he hates to have his picture taken for no reason, I think he knows I'm documenting for future embarrassment.
Currently we are in cowboy boot fixation...
In Walmart..it was hot outside and I tried to convince him he would feel better without the over-sized rain coat and hat and church pants and boots..


















































