I love this kid's style. She's definitely got one, all of her own.
It used to be that I'd pick out an outfit and have it nicely laid out, so that when I was in a panic stricken moment of "Wait, how many wipes are in the diaper bag?! Let me look at the cute little colored checklist that I have printed and in a matching pink travel tag, attached to the diaper bag, and see if we've got everything. Oh, ok, we're all set," Chris can get the baby dressed. (Yes, first-time mom.)
This worked well for us.
Now, the kid's style is beginning to emerge and while I'm getting her outfit ready I hear, "No, mommy, this not match this. Here, this match this. I not wanna wear those boots, I want to wear my pink boots. Not jeans, can I wear my new tights?"
I remind you, she's two.
So, with my slight guidence, she now gets her own outfits ready. I have to say that whether or not I'd choose the outfit, they do match.
Who am I to judge if while at home watching Shrek for the 109,325,000th time she decides to wear her new hat.
I like wearing new things too.