Small Style, Mama vs. Toddler Style

Earlier today I was catching up on one of my favourite parenting blogs, the kind that is full of truth and helpful advice, and not full of words that cause self loathing and inferiority complexes. Basically, an anomaly in the parenting-advice-giving-world.

Anyway, I read this post that proffered a striking postulation: two-and-a-half-year-olds (and all -and-a-half-year-olds) are gigantic a-holes.

Intrigued, I read on, because this morning I had this very conversation with my daughter:

Me: Stella, it's breakfast time.

Stella: Okay!

Me: Do you want cereal?

Stella: NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!

Me: Do you want bread and cheese?

Stella: NOOOOOOOOOOO!

Me: Do you want noodles? 

Stella: NOOOOOAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHOOOOOO *throws body on floor*

Me: Do you want chocolate?

Stella: NOOOOOO!!O!OOOO!O!O!O!O!O!O!O!O!O!O!O!O!O *smack* <-- she hit me, for the record.

So yeah, two-and-a-half-year-olds. Man. Geeze.

Now, regrettably, the sprit of two-and-a-half-year-oldism is sneaking into our fashion choices. 

Slowly, my kid has been chipping away at my control over her wardrobe. You've already heard me lament my inability to get my kid to wear anything but her purple crock-like shoes, which is frustration manifest. And more recently, there's been an outright prohibition on any and all hair adornments. Hair cuts are out of the question as well.

Yet, I still was able to exert influence on clothing selections.

Like this one here:

 

 

Though you'll note that Stella is getting all hippie protestor on my ass and employing a bit of civil disobedience; here's her trademarked move of one shoe on, one shoe off. It's a regular thing when she wants to display great displeasure with my parenting choices.

That was all well and good until this morning, when, after three frenzied paroxysms of fashion related rage, she insisted on selecting her own outfit. 

Don't mind the crap on every surface. We've just opened a million boxes, and we're all, heyyyyyy, chaos, things! everywhere!!

While it pains me greatly that I can no longer select cute little outfits for my girl, just look at that smile, that confidence, that absolute glee at finding her unique sense of style.

It should also be noted, for the record, that when presented with her new pwesent hand bag, she put on her shoes (wrong feet), opened the door, and marched down the hall in her tee-shirt and underpants to "Show auntie!!" her new accessory. So.

Stella Wore

mama's selction

Top: Bobo Choses // Bottom: Baby Gap

 

stella's selection

Top: Baby Gap tee // Tea Collection dress // Local Indonesian baby handbag

 

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