That's right. The Saga continues.
So I got Lucy dressed successfully (in something besides her "jammies") this morning. Score 1 for me.
Then she brought her "jammies" everywhere with her today - including to school with her. Score 1 for Lucy.
She carried them into her classroom wadded up under her arm like a
football. When she got to class she announced, "These are MY jammies."
Then she put them away in her bag and left them there all day. As soon as we got home, the pajamas came out of the bag.
She showed them to me and again instructed me. "These are MY jammies."
They got their own place of honor at dinner tonight. Score 2 for Lucy.
On the way up the stairs, I asked her if I could carry the pajamas
upstairs (I didn't want her to trip) and miraculously she agreed. Score 2
So then I had to poke a little. I can't just leave well enough alone. I
put the pajamas on her dresser, opened her pajama drawer, and asked
"What pajamas do you want to wear tonight?" She barely even looked in
the drawer. Instantaneous reply - "MY jammies!" She started hunting
around the room for them as I pulled out pair after pair of pajamas from
"Do you want THESE Lucy? They're green?"
"No, no green."
"Do you want THESE Lucy? They're soft!"
"No! NO SOFT! MY JAMMIES!!!"
Score 3 for Lucy.
Needless to say, she won that fight.
She's wearing The Jammies to bed for the second night in a row. As a
consolation prize though, she did agree to take my choice of pajamas to
bed with her. Maybe by tomorrow they'll be the pair of choice.