Don't let those sweet little faces fool you.
Here's the thing - Connor hates getting dressed.
Hates as in kicking and screaming and fighting.
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| to be 100% honest, this particular pic was taken because he was crying for MY camera. No, he didn't want to play with the small pink Sony Cybershot; he wanted the big black Canon. Um, NO! I don't care how loud you scream. |
We want no tantrums or fighting with me, D or Nanny S when it's time to get dressed so we put it on the star chart and that works most of the time.
Then things that gets to me most is that this is something we do twice a day - it is not a random occurence so surely he should be used to it.
Sometimes it's easily fixable (as in "I don't want to wear red; only blue" - if blue is clean, whatever. I don't care if you don't match) but sometimes there is just no reason or logic for the not wanting to get dressed.
Kendra, on the other hand, loves clothes and getting dressed and fitting on clothes. She is a dream and happily lets me fit on all her clothes immediately after a shopping trip, and at the change of seasons when I need to see what still fits them.
Connor needs to be bribed with a jelly baby (my sweet of choice) or a chip.
Connor, fit on these 4 things for me and then I'll give you a chip.
Poor children rarely get treats so this is HUGE for us :)
The thing with Connor is this not dressing lark is hard to predict. It's not always about the same thing.
Then I had lunch with Natalie and the angels came out to sing because she told me D1 dresses himself. :)
Natalie thought it's a boy thing because she also has problems with D1 getting dressed that's why he dresses himself. But I know from Louisa that her little girl is even worse than Connor from the sounds of it.
Granted, I do baby them very slightly :) but I took a chance last night and RAVED about how Aunty Natalie told me D1 is SUCH a big boy that he dresses himself.
And would they not like to also be big kids and dress themselves?!
Understandably, Kendra was on board immediately and Connor gave me this look that said, "D can be a big boy if he wants; I'll decide on the day how I'm feeling."
But this morning there was NO screaming except when he didn't want anything on his feet. I very calmly said (I was actually very proud of myself), "that's fine, do you want to wear your slippers?"
He did a double-take thinking, "are you sure you're MY Mummy?" but ran off and told Nanny S that Mummy said he could wear his slippers (I know it's 27 degrees but it's COLD in the mornings and I have a "lovely summer home").
So tell me, have you ever had dressing problems with your kids?
And more importantly, what worked for you?
