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Thursday, February 9, 2012

M-isms

M is talking more and more.  Stringing 3 words together now.  Still not a great conversationalist but well on his way.

His new thing is to pick his own clothes.  When I say, "C'mon, let's get dressed," he will often reply, "Peck."  He makes a beeline for his pajama drawer and selects a pajama set for the day. So I change him out of one pajama set and into another. Whatev.  N was the queen of mismatch, and G often wears his Optimus Prime costume out and about so M wearing pjs is no big thing.

D started calling him Hugh Hefner, which I think is funny for a couple reasons.  First, I actually wanted to name M Hugh.  Secondly, given M's penchant for penis playing (which seems to have run its course for the time being), I think it is apropos that he would now be channeling a porn publisher.  G asked me who Hugh Hefner was, and I told him he is a magazine publisher who is as old as Papaw Chester and runs around in his pajamas all day long.  If I can find a size 3T silk robe for cheap, I am so buying it.  We're taking this to the next level, baby.  

2 comments:

Kelsey said...

If we're home for the day and Michael has an accident, he totally wants to put his pajamas on!

I love that you are so good at letting your children make their own choices - I try to, but I'm not as good as you.

Keri said...

I wish I could be as laid-back about my kids' clothes as you are. I have figured out that about 80% of the reason I had kids was so that I could dress them every day, picking up where I left off with my childhood passion of dressing, undressing and re-dressing my baby dolls and paper dolls.