Motivation to Change

Lately Davin has been going through a phase where he refuses to change his clothes. He has a few shirts he calls his "baseball shirts" and he has "basketball shorts", and he really doesn't want to take them off unless you promise to switch it for another sport shirt. He will go two or three days sometimes before we can get him to take off his green baseball shirt. This is especially problematic on Sunday. We have to strip his clothes off and force him to wear church clothes. He reluctantly gives in, but he wants to change again as soon as we get home.
Over the past few days he has had occasion to voluntarily change. On Saturday while we were listening to the BYU game, he got excited after we cheered for the first Cougar TD and ran upstairs to change into his BYU jersey. Tonight I flipped on a Longhorns basketball game for a few minutes before bed time, and he suddenly darted off to find a Bevo basketball shirt. Davin is definitely at that age where he is discovering his own will and resists us perhaps more than he should, but sometimes we just need to work harder to give him a good reason to change his mind on something.

I had to add this to Chris's post as it shows Davin in his Texas basketball shirt. It also demonstrates another talent Davin aquired today: the ability to get a milk moustache on the top and bottom lip. Utter genius!

Comments

Anonymous said…

I can't believe we never had that problem. Isn't it funny how each kid has such different personalities. He certainly has an independent streak in him! :)

November 25, 2008 at 8:13 PM

Tiffani said…

Love it! I wish I could be there this week to see ever changing Davin personality unfold... :) I will plan a trip down south sometime soon, maybe January. :) In the meantime, have a happy Thanksgiving... :)

November 25, 2008 at 8:34 PM

Sara said…

Thanks for calling, it was good to chat. Have a nice Thanksgiving. Davin will feel right at home with all the sports action!

November 26, 2008 at 1:13 PM

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