I always thought that dressing oneself is is the easy part of the day. Unless you can't find clean underwear, then it becomes a chore. Unless you can't find clean underwear and your wife left the blinds open downstairs when you go to look in laundry baskets for clean underwear and the neighbors are outside.
Then it just gets downright awkward.
But overall, the whole part of dressing yourself should be one of the easiest parts of your day.
For Evelyn, it becomes and adventure.
Today I went into her room to get her ready to start the day only to find she'd dressed herself. Twice. Not bothering to take the previous outfit off before putting on a second shirt.
Wait, I should say third shirt, because she hadn't taken off her pajamas.
So I went into her room and found my daughter laying in the floor sucking her thumb, wearing three shirts and no pants. Only a diaper.
Well, its the easiest part of the day for someone well practiced in it. Evie is still figuring things out.
When she was smaller, I'd do the same thing my mom used to do to help me get dressed. I'd look through the head hole and make eye contact, then say "Boo!" and pull the shirt over her head. Now that she's putting on her shirt herself, she'll often put the shirt on except the head hole, and only have enough of her face poking out so that she can make eye contact, shout "BOO!" and pull the shirt the rest of the way on.
Copycat.
Overall, its getting to be easier to get my kiddo ready to start her day. Which is nice.
