Eleanor dressed herself today. She did an AWESOME job. I got out of the shower with her and sent her to her room while I dressed the baby. After several rounds of yelling “Did you put your panties on???” She walks into the nursery- fully dressed – in her pastel stripe tights – a pink polka dot scooter skirt, black MaryJane shoes and a white tee-shirt with butterflies that match the skirt.
I was astonished.
It was the Mona Lisa of Toddler self-dressing.
She was adorable and I was thrilled.
Upon closer inspection, I noticed a tiny flaw in her logic, just a wee err: She had put the tights OVER the shorts of her scooter skirt. But, as we were running late, I shrugged my shoulder and said “Eh?” and pulled her out the door.
She spends the whole day this way – and every now and again she stops mid-whatever to pull out the wedgie. She naps this way. Tony chases her around the park this way. We go to dinner this way. Not until we get home – and I am helping her into her jammies – do I notice she’s got her panties on sideways. That’s right. The Princesses – who usually are polar North – were heading East. Evidently she put both legs in through the left leg hole, and then one foot out the waist band and the other out the last leg hole.
Talk about a youth crack problem.
Even now, I am laughing so hard I can barely see. Anyway, I look at her and say, “Hey, what’s with the panties?”
She looks down, checks to see if there’s a tag, and says “Heh, Heh. Oops.”
YOU try going through your whole day with your Skivvies Askew. She may be all pastel stripes and polka dots, but she’s made of some pretty tough stuff.