Izzy has a set of fleecy pajamas that have Clifford on them. She is actually the FOURTH child to wear them as they were a hand-me-down to us from another friend. Believe it or not, the jammies are still in pretty good condition. Well, I pulled them out of storage a few weeks ago (Hey! I forgot about THESE!) and it was LOVE at first sight for the Iz.
Izzy does enjoy pretending to be a puppy, but she really hadn't done it in a while. Now that she's got her Clifford jammies, we may have to put papers down on the carpet again. If I didn't "hide" them in the drawer for a few days after they've been washed, she'd be Clifford ALL THE TIME.
Last night we put her jammies on, and she instantly started crawling around on all fours like a puppy. When I said, "Izzy, go kiss Daddy good night." I got, "Not Izzy! Puppy!" as a response. OH. Sorry. And forget about getting the kid to bed. I finally had to pick her up and carry her to her room, where she REFUSED to climb in bed. She stayed on the floor--like all good puppies do, of course. I finally gave up and put her pillow and blanket on the floor with her--and she slept there all night. And last night it finally clicked with me that the last time she adamantly refused to get into bed and slept on the floor instead--was the last time she was wearing those Clifford jammies.
I'm lucky to get those jammies off her in the morning and into her regular clothes. "No, Mommy! No clothes! I want Clifford jammies!" Sometimes I just have to trick her. "But, Izzy, Clifford needs to be washed!" She will finally peel them off and put on her regular clothes and turn into a regular girl. Then I wash Clifford and put him in the drawer--and forget about him for another week.
6 comments:
I wonder if those Clifford PJs come in adult sizes.
"You got that server relocated yet, Mike?"
"As you can plainly see, I'm a puppy, and thusly exempt from the task."
Very cute story
That is so hysterical. CA has spongebob jammies that belonged to her brother, and you have to call he spongebob when she has them on.
Ha!
Addy has a pink sleeper she is excessively fond of ( a pink "slapper" according to her) and she wears it the first night it is clean and back in her drawer, then mourns its presence in the laundry hamper every night for the next week!
I think I slept on the floor a lot, as a child, but only because I was weird. Not because of some adorable reason like that.
Brother went through a stage when he was a puppy at alll times. No jammies to blame it on. I distinctly remember spoon feeding "the puppy" whilst "the puppy" sat on the floor, woofing slightly, and refusing to sit at the table...because dogs don't sit at tables.
So, is this an example of good parenting, or bad? :)
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