So when it comes to pajamas, the crazies can take any liberty they desire. We don't really buy pj's that often...thanks to a cousin just older than Parker...but we have all kinds of choices.
Parker is VERY particular about what he wears. Tops and bottoms MUST coordinate. And ideally, they should match someone else in the house. If Dad is wearing a blue sweatshirt to bed, so is Parker. He goes to great lengths to make sure his jammies match with someone. (Except in the summer when he sleeps in no jammies at all...but frankly, neither does Spencer so I suppose they still sort of match...that's neither here nor there.) Parker's a trip. It makes me laugh just about every time.
Parker's reaction upon finding out that if you jiggle your belly after drinking a mug of hot cocoa it makes a swishing noise. That kid is a hot cocoa fiend.
Then Reid comes along... Reid is particular too. He knows what he wants. There are days he has to incorporate all his favorite characters. He is not the least bit concerned with matching in any form. The night that inspired this post, he had on striped pants under Thomas the Tank Engine shorts with a flannel button-down Spiderman top. He's a riot. He's also particular about no clothes ever touching his stump. I don't get it, but then again, I don't have a stump. Pj's are always pushed up or rolled up to stay above his knee. When his prosthetic leg is on, it's no problem. But when it's off, a fit is thrown if his pants come unrolled.
Reid is appropriately holding "If I Ran The Circus" by Dr. Seuss.
I don't get these kids. You'd think after having one, you'd know what to expect the second time around. So not the case. Gray is too young to pick is own pj's. I'll anxiously await his pajama personality.
"Myself I sleep in the all together." (A line from my favorite...Thoroughly Modern Millie.)