Four years ago, before Lily was even born, I stumbled upon a bunch of dress-up clothes at garage sales. All of the dresses were 4-6x and these are the princess clothes my girls have been wearing now. They may be just a little bit comically too big on Rose.
Or you know, she literally swims in them. Whatever. My Size Medium husband has an XXL sweatshirt that could fit at least three of him in it. We call it his obesity sweatshirt. I say he wears it just in case the giant teenage boy appetite meals he eats catch up with him all at once and he explodes… hasn’t happened yet. One time we both got in the sweatshirt together to take a picture and pretend we were a two-headed monster. I wish I could find that picture now!
Anyway, all of our princess dresses are Rose’s obesity princess dresses. There’s room for three of her in them.
Or for her to be 6 years old in them.
As long as I tie up the back so she can walk, she doesn’t mind any, but clearly size appropriate princess clothes are on our must-have list for the big 0-2 birthday coming up in October.
I wrote Monday and Wednesday’s posts about how Lily hates princess dresses and tea parties Sunday night. Monday we went out and bought a proper tea set for Rose and look what happened.
Peer pressure, that’s what. I have no idea why seeing Rose in a princess dress drinking tea wooed Lily over to the dark side when a classroom of ballerinas in princess costumes did not, but it did!
(The talking teapot might have also had something to do with it.)
Rose still clearly drives the girly activities around here, but apparently Lily will happily play along with anything her beloved baby sister’s favorite games. She even “let” Rose watch “Beauty and the Beast” the other day– but not without a whole lot of whining about how she wished it was “Toy Story 3″, the only accepted movie in Lily-world.
I know there are people out there who hate princess stuff, but man it’s a refreshing sight to finally see the costumes and movies I bought at garage sales before the kids were born put to good use.
Four years ago when I found out I was having a girl, I started fantasizing about watching princess movies with her and playing dress up. Before Lily was even born, I started stocking up on garage sale princess dresses for her future costume trunk. I couldn’t resist $1 Cinderella dresses when I knew I had a girl coming!
My friends assured me that when Lily turned 2, her princess/dress-up stage would start. Not so much. She is a tomboy who loves Diego and puzzles and climbing and running and maps. Whenever I suggested trying on one of the beautiful costumes I bought for her, she’d very firmly say no and sometimes even tantrum. She wanted nothing to do with it! I was disappointed. My whole life, I’d longed for my own dress-up trunk, but I never had one. Wouldn’t it figure that I gave her the one thing I always wanted, but she hated it!
Every few months, I’d bring the costumes back out and suggest we play dress-up. She always said no.
Well imagine my surprise at our parent-teacher conference in December when I learned that Lily constantly plays dress-up at school. It’s amazing what a little peer pressure will do! When I got her home that day, I tried to get her to play dress up, and she still didn’t want to!
Then yesterday, a miracle occurred. I pulled out the costumes and suddenly she couldn’t get enough of them. What changed? Who knows! But I’m happy that I finally get to play dress-up with my pink princesses!
She was especially excited by this wand and kept granting Rose’s wishes by singing “Twinkle Twinkle Little Star” to her and tapping her on her head.
As you can see, I’ve already started shoving costumes on Rose. After all, I wouldn’t want my girls to escape any gender stereotypes. They truly aren’t forced into any of this and I love Lily’s independent tomboy choices in play, but I really am excited that we finally get to play dress-up at our house because it’s more fun for me than holding a Toy Story doll, among other things.
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