Age 3 -- The year I wore matching outfits with the whole world
Tuesday, November 3, 2009 at 04:00PM This continues NaBloPoMo: a daily post of stories of my life - 33 years in 30 days. The second instalment is here.
You read that title and you think "No, she couldn't possibly have matched the WHOLE world." I am here to prove that I could and I did.
Three is a good year for a child. They are talkative enough to be cute. They can be well behaved enough to stay out of your way for a little while. They still take naps. They are pliable. You can make them wear silly outfits and they think it's awesome. And so you do.
I don't remember much about three either. I remember stories of the little boy I played with in the sandbox in our village. I don't remember him except for a glimpse of a striped shirt and a yellow hat. However, I might be confusing him with Ernie off of Sesame street except that I know Ernie did not pour sand down my back and I don't still hate Ernie with every fibre of my being.
But otherwise, three is a blur. Pictures show I had a lot of dolls and I loved to put them all to bed in straight rows of cribs and cradles. Like an orphanage, but with plastic dolls instead of real ones. I am sure I was a benevolent caregiver though and they got lots of plastic gruel to go with the early bedtimes.
Pictures also show that my parents hated me loved to dress me up in matching outfits. This explains the rash that breaks out on my skin when The Guy and I accidentally wear the same colour.
PS. My brother is going to kick my butt when he gets his computer fixed and realizes I've posted a million pictures of his childhood online. It's a good thing he lives far away.
Reader Comments (9)
These pictures are killing me with their cuteness. I'm glad that you're blogging every year of your life.
I have really high expectations for years 19-22, 27 and 31.
QoWP: I'm glad you think it's a good idea.
Tyler: Who are you and why am I afraid of those years suddenly?
My husband and I always debate over who has to change if we end up wearing the same colour shirt. I'm glad to hear that I am not the only one who this bothers.
Picture #1: Fortrel! The wonder fabric!!
Pictures #2 & 3: Really are proof that you were the cutest kids in the world!!
You are the cutest kids in the world. Agreed.
Aw, geez. Adorable.
I am enjoying this no end.
What is worse? wearing the same colour or wearing colours that completely clash?