Dressing on the Stairs

Martin has always hated get dressed, undressed, changed, whatever. It still is a problem compounded by (1) Martin thinking he can do it on his own and (2) the fact that if J is in the house, I am not allowed to help whatsoever.

J is usually really patient with all of this - far more than I am (although he did reach a breaking point today). One thing he has gotten into the habit of doing is letting Martin get dressed on the steps in our front yard. I think it began as an offshoot of one of my tactics - putting all of the clothes by the door, telling Martin he would have to wear them to leave the house, and then pretending to leave without him. Somehow Martin has morphed this tactic into insisting "dressed ON stairs."

Here is what we looked like on Sunday morning before church including Martin asking me "why picture Martin?"



Good thing we live in a place where 50+ degrees is the daytime norm!