At the moment, I despair when it comes to dressing Felix. As soon as I get clothes on, he's taking them off. He's as keen as mustard for toilet training, which is good, but we're yet to have any breakthrough in the actual 'toilet' training. More so, a love of racing around the house without pants and a nappy, perching on the pot for a few seconds... then bouncing off to do it all again. Delighted is an understatement. The stripping isn't just reserved for home either. Without fail, shoes and socks are removed and hurled, within minutes of getting into the stroller. So embarrassing in these Winter months, having little pink toes all bare and frosty, for everyone to see. But, I battle... and return them to his chubby feet countless times... until we're finally back in the car and I can give up. And the baby monkey is sick again! Sure, it could be the overwhelming need to share EVERYTHING with his big sick brother. Though I tend to think running around sans clothes in July, doesn't help.
Weary little eyes... but still managing to cause a commotion instead of getting dressed.