Life In The Nudist Colony
Seriously, people, I feel like I live in a nudist colony lately. Not even joking.
Ava has started boycotting clothes. If we don’t have anywhere to go, she’ll spend the entire day in her underwear. If we are going somewhere, I have to force her to get dressed and then as soon as we get home, she strips down to her underwear again. She won’t even wear pajamas! Last night, I managed to get her in them, but at bedtime she took them off and whined, “I can’t wear a shirt! I don’t want to wear a shirt!” For those of you who look at the kids’ photobucket, if you notice considerably fewer pictures lately, it’s because I can’t put very many up because she’s only in her underwear in most of them!
And Kelvin is a whole different story. His stripping seems to be centered around his diaper. He’s fine wearing clothes until he pees in his diaper (even though nearly every diaper he wears is stay-dry). The second that happens, everything (including the diaper) comes off. Even the snaps on his cloth diapers don’t stop him anymore. So all of a sudden, I’ll just see him strolling through the house butt-naked and I have to go off in search of a wet diaper dropped in a random place. It’s like he just takes it off wherever he happens to pee, drops it, and walks off as though nothing ever happened.
They’d better get over this before winter! Can you imagine the number of doctor appointments we’ll have to make when they get themselves sick by walking around freezing their little tushes off all day? Even though we have insurance, we’ll have to apply for a medical assistance program or something!
I’m telling you, our trip to Florida in a few weeks is going to be torture for these two! They’re going to have to wear clothes all day long, every single day, for nine whole days! *gasp* The horror!
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