We let the kids get up and check out their easter baskets before getting dressed. Divide and conquer: Dad with Sam, me with Kate. Right.
Kate's been having some angst towards her changing table anyway lately-- I think it's confinement mixed with control, etc. But we got up there. Tights, no problem. Good. Good. Things are good. Okay, here's your pretty easter dress Kate! Oh boy! Woo hoo! Um, no.
Cue the screaming. I managed to get the dress over her head, quickly zipped and got her down. I tried bribing with the new pretty shoes. Oh, she loved the shoes. That was no problem. The dress, however, clearly had to go. She got down and continued screaming. She pulled on the ribbon and pulled the dress and tried to get it back over her head. I tried adding the sweater. No change. More screaming.
Stuart actually thought I'd dropped her because the screaming was so insane. I offered all of the distractions: cup, blanket, toy. No. She did actually take the blanket, but continued screaming all the way upstairs. Actually, there was a good 15 minutes, no exaggeration, of tortured screaming followed by thumb-sucking and pouting. But, when we put her in the carseat to go, it all stopped and she was fine. It was crazy. She kept the dress on the rest of the day-- until after lunch at least. I've included pictures. I am hoping to get professional ones done next week (she had some scratches on her face), but who knows if I'll get her back in that dress again!
Sam & Kate hunt for eggs
Sam and Kate before church
Sam and Kate at the Kids Table
Sam and Kate hunting for eggs in Granddad's Backyard
Kate found one!
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