Avery has decided that she NEEDS to wear these glasses 95% of all her waking hours at home.  She would wear them out of the house except that I have instilled in her a mortal fear of losing the glasses somewhere. 

It’s hard not to laugh out loud at her as she watches tv, plays with toys, reads books, eats dinner, throws tantrums and does everything with her spectacles.  

Please ignore the jagged bangs that her mother may or may not have cut with garden shears after a couple of beers. 

Avery has also finally begun to show an interest in dressing herself. I know many kids start this much earlier in life and I had counted myself lucky as I could continue to dress her like my own little doll and she would happily wear whatever I picked.   Explaining to a three year old that articles of clothing should “match” but clothing does not necessarily have to be the same color in order to “match” is exactly as easy as drinking the entire ocean in one gulp.  And try telling her why wearing a shiny, satiny dress
backwards over her clothes is not the epitome of fashion week in Paris? Forget it.  

I know some of you are thinking “Give the three year old a break!  Who cares what she wears as long as she’s happy?”  I am trying to let her wear what she wants at home and if it’s dreadfully hideous then changing just the shirt or the pants before we go out and giving her a better option.  I’m sorry. I’m just too anal to let her wear clothes that are completely mismatched. Call it three-year-old therapy. She’s slowly teaching me to be less uptight.