You are Dino-mite! And cosy as...
It was school photo today at my son’s preschool. So much stress... so much lead-up... months of preparation and emails from the lovely lady in reception, reminding us to make sure we remember that it’s coming up, forthwith! In a month, a week, three days, now!!
It’s something us parents in the group look forward to every year, in anticipation of the ease of grandparents’ Christmas presents, and something the kids just really don’t care about, or even remember.
They don’t. They’re just way too young.
But this year was different, somehow... This year was a culmination of a whole bunch of developmental things, something in the stars maybe, and my son is just that little bit older now.
So this year.
This year...
My son went to preschool photo day in a dinosaur onesie.
A bright blue and red striped flannel onesie, with dark blue and green triangular thingees (“they're spikey spines, mummy!”) down its back.
And he couldn’t be prouder about it... and I couldn’t be happier. He owned it - he decided he wanted to wear something that made him happy, and that made other kids happy, too.
My adorable, sensitive, hilarious small person went full dinosaur when everyone else was wearing their parents favourite, sensible, grandparent-approved outfit. Rock. On.
So, this week, if I’ve got any advice? It’s be like a four year old.
Wear that onesie.
Flaunt those colours.
Texture it up.
Be the dinosaur - because you deserve to be happy when what you think you *should* be is sensible.
ROARRRR!!!
(Sorry if I scared you...)
It’s something us parents in the group look forward to every year, in anticipation of the ease of grandparents’ Christmas presents, and something the kids just really don’t care about, or even remember.
They don’t. They’re just way too young.
But this year was different, somehow... This year was a culmination of a whole bunch of developmental things, something in the stars maybe, and my son is just that little bit older now.
So this year.
This year...
My son went to preschool photo day in a dinosaur onesie.
A bright blue and red striped flannel onesie, with dark blue and green triangular thingees (“they're spikey spines, mummy!”) down its back.
And he couldn’t be prouder about it... and I couldn’t be happier. He owned it - he decided he wanted to wear something that made him happy, and that made other kids happy, too.
My adorable, sensitive, hilarious small person went full dinosaur when everyone else was wearing their parents favourite, sensible, grandparent-approved outfit. Rock. On.
So, this week, if I’ve got any advice? It’s be like a four year old.
Wear that onesie.
Flaunt those colours.
Texture it up.
Be the dinosaur - because you deserve to be happy when what you think you *should* be is sensible.
ROARRRR!!!
(Sorry if I scared you...)