My boys are so different. Not that I would want them to be the same as that would be boring, but it is so funny how some things turn out. From Maxi being small I was very keen to introduce him to dressing up clothes and fancy dress. Dressing up is one of the the things I remember fondly from my own childhood in the 1970′s. It was all orange and brown and fluffy slippers, but I also remember prancing around in my mums wedding dress and veil. There is something so wonderful knowing that I used my mums dress as a play dress and that she wasn’t at all precious about it. I actually remember that she had shortened her dress and worn it a lot as a going out frock, so it was long on me, buy short on her!
But no matter how many different outfits we introduced to Maxi he would never wear any of them. He just didn’t like dressing up. Not only did he not like dressing up himself, he would hide behind the sofa and cry when we had people knock on the door wearing Halloween costumes. Just look at the picture below of him screaming from the first time he met Father Christmas.
Mini is such a different creature. from the minute he could dress himself he was never out of the dressing up box. He would always gravitate to the shiny, sparky and swishy and had so much fun in them. He still takes every opportunity at 6 to dress up and has a huge dressing up box in his bedroom filled with all sorts of things.
Up until last year Maxi even refused to dress up for plays at school. He has been more than happy to narrate the plays, but refused to get on stage and act or dress up. However, on 17 July we are in for a real treat as Maxi has been going to drama class after school and the play will be held and he has a solo in it.
See my children chalk and cheese.