March to Your Own Beat.

Some things just aren't worth fighting.

Like this day for instant.

It was time to go to Corbin's baseball game.  Though Brian had been properly dressed for school, as soon as he had come home he had put on these Red Sox pajama pants- not only are they about two inches too short for him but he also had them on backwards.  He was wearing blue-striped socks and a Merry Madagascar pajama top (which was thankfully hidden under his coat).

I don't really care that he wants to wear pajamas, backwards or in the right direction.  If it makes him happy and comfortable I'm just gonna go with it until I can afford to buy him an entire wardrobe from soft!

Those Buzz Lightyear shoes he's wearing, do you remember those (if not, click there!)?  He asked for them, using his words, and he has worn them every. single. day. since he got them.  The result?  They now have a hole in the bottom of them.  Am I throwing them away?  Nope.

I think it might be because I'm kind of a slacker, but I just don't feel like fighting with him to put on a new pair of shoes.  He owns five other pairs of shoes- some of them have never been worn, two of them have been worn on special occasions.  He hates them.  I can't force him to wear them.  Would you like to be forced to wear shoes that you don't want to wear?  That's my argument anyway, when I get reprimanded by my ex for not supplying him with adequate footwear (yes, I acknowledge that shoes with holes in the bottom aren't exactly the best footwear for my children).

So to make him happy, make me happy, and make Brian happy....I'm off to do some internet shopping for identical shoes.  Wish me luck!