Day 12 - January 12

On Saturday morning, we were sort of taking our time getting moving. That's standard around here these days, unlike about 6 months ago when we were always sure to have some place to go or something to do on a Saturday. An infant can make you want to sleep in (sort of) and take it easy.

This is not always ok with the three-year-old.

So she announced that she was going to go put on "real clothes" and go outside to play, as Jason and I sat around in our jammies with no plans to go anywhere, including the backyard. She then told us that she didn't need help and would pick out her clothes herself.

That has never been done in our house, mostly because we have to convince her that getting dressed is a good idea and it's a team project (and we're usually leaving the house). The closest she gets is picking between two outfits, but I figured it couldn't hurt anything to let her try, and it would make for a great "she picked out her own clothes" picture.

I forgot that my daughter has been listening to me talking about matching things from socks to barrettes with her outfits since before she could understand what I was saying. And thus, her outfit matched.

She didn't need long sleeves (it was 70 degrees), and leggings generally don't go with the shirt she picked, but it matched. She then also chose her purple crocs to wear outside instead of the blue ones (which were in plain sight) because they also matched.

I've created a type-A monster.