I wake up to a home that is 68 degrees, without the help of ac or heat. We like it that way, so does our checking account. It won't be long before that changes, but for now it is lovely.
The weekday mornings always start off the same, waking a certain boy who doesn't want to wake so early. He gives specific instructions the night before about proper waking skills - "you can't wake me up with kisses, or turn on the light, or take my blanket down...you can ONLY rub my arm, like that (as he shows us)." FYI - the arm rub, DOES NOT WORK!
I head down to made the same lunch he requests everyday. PB&J, "dinosaur shaped cause it tastes the best that way," some grapes "put water in the bag, make em' wet, so they don't get warm," Nilla wafer cookes, "5 cause I'm 5," "mustache chips (Pringles)," and some pretzel sticks for snack. I gather the goodies and pack them away for his 10:45 am school lunch time.
A muffin for breakfast, always. Then he brushes his teeth, puts his shoes on and we head out the door.
We have a brisk, cool walk to the bus stop in the morning, where a certain 5 year old refuses to give into the season change. He wears basket ball shorts, and a zip up hoodie, in 43 degree weather.
Where were his parents you ask...right beside him.
If you know our little man, sometimes a lesson learned the the
"It's not cold out here!" he mentions as we wait for the bus, but his goosebumped legs tell me otherwise.
His little brother, however, who is appropriately bundled up, says "I cold, my mouth cold."
I bring a second, warmer, jacket with me. Just incase he changes his mind, I'm not heartless.
He doesn't.
He gets on the bus, and we all wave to him, the little boy looking back at us from the window of that big yellow bus seems so much happier than the grumpy guy we helped get on that bus this morning. His huge smile reassuring me how much he really does love to go to school...the process of getting there, he doesn't love.
So he heads to school, wearing basket ball shorts and a zip up hoodie that covers his screen print t-shirt - the one that says Best Crayon in the Box.
and it is picture day.
No special outfit, or hairdo for this guy.
Because this is real, his life, his personality...him.
I wouldn't want a school photo with him dressed in one of the many trendy, yet rarely worn polo shirts or cargo shorts/pants that are neatly tucked away in no man's land of his dresser drawer, no, I want the true him.
The little kindergarten boy who drives me wild because of his never changing fashion style, and his refusal to wear weather appropriate attire.
See, the quirky clothes I can deal with.
It is all about choosing the battles in parenting, and this one, totally not one I am going to choose.
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