From the time he was a wee baby, Woo has challenged us when getting dressed in the morning. We used to get him dressed as soon as he got up, but he started fighting that, so we would bring him downstairs and one of us would dress him while the other got breakfast ready, but that stop working too. These days, we pretty much have to cajole him into the clothes as we are putting on his outerwear and heading to daycare. He gets dressed, but barely.

This “works” for the days when we go to work. The rest of the time? There is no hope. He wakes on the days that we are home together, and the first thing out of his mouth is “today is a pajama day”. If we don’t have plans, he is very happy and carries on with the day. If I have dared to make plans for us, I need to assure him a half dozen times that he can return to his jammies the moment we return to the house, and only then will he get dressed, at the last possible moment.  He is back in them as soon as we return home, even if we are out several times a day!

It has gotten to the point where he is sneaking back into his jammies if I get him dressed too quickly before we go out. If there are a few free minutes, he’s back in the PJs. He even does it when we have company, regardless of whether it is his friends or ours. He just runs off to the “bathroom” and reappears in his loungewear.

Two weeks ago the lils came down with the plague, and Goose was so sad one day that I left her in her PJs so that she could be more comfortable. I think that a light went off in her head that day, and she realized that she doesn’t have to get dressed.  This week she started to tell me that she doesn’t want to get dressed before we go downstairs.  I know that it is just a matter of time…

Their dad, who my family has referred to a “Heff” for his love of wearing his robe all day, is very proud. If you are coming for a visit any time soon, don’t be surprised if I am the only one dressed. I’ll be in my yoga pants though. Those aren’t pajamas, right?