I had thought that when he started developing an opinion about his clothes he would prefer shirts with animals or construction equipment on them, but no, this is the shirt of choice. I have asked him a few times over the last couple of weeks things like, "Do you want to wear the green shirt, or the one with the moose and the soccer ball?" Invariably, the answer is, "Green!"
In the midst of our Christmas vacationing, Asher suddenly had a color revelation. I had spent a significant amount of time reading color books to Asher on the couch at home with no discernible affect whatsoever. After painstakingly pointing out every object of a particular color on a page, I would go back to one of the objects and ask, "What color is the ___?" To this, Asher would reply either, "huh?" or "blue!" Except that he was equally likely to say blue regardless of the actual color of the object.
Then, when we were in Florida, in the middle of the Sea World parking lot, and I hadn't even brought up the subject of colors for at least a week, Asher suddenly pointed to a car and said, "Green!" And it was. Since then, he has mastered a variety of colors, but green still seems to cause him the most excitement.
Of course, there's a chance that Asher is simply drawn to this particular shirt by genetics. Hugh informed me once that in his family manliness can be measured by the number of plaid, button-up shirts a person owns. I'll admit that I'm not really sure what the connection is, but in any case, Hugh's closet is just brimming with machismo. Unfortunately, it usually stays there because we're both too lazy to iron it.
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Manly.... like a Lumberjack
This is Asher's current favorite shirt:
I had thought that when he started developing an opinion about his clothes he would prefer shirts with animals or construction equipment on them, but no, this is the shirt of choice. I have asked him a few times over the last couple of weeks things like, "Do you want to wear the green shirt, or the one with the moose and the soccer ball?" Invariably, the answer is, "Green!"
In the midst of our Christmas vacationing, Asher suddenly had a color revelation. I had spent a significant amount of time reading color books to Asher on the couch at home with no discernible affect whatsoever. After painstakingly pointing out every object of a particular color on a page, I would go back to one of the objects and ask, "What color is the ___?" To this, Asher would reply either, "huh?" or "blue!" Except that he was equally likely to say blue regardless of the actual color of the object.
Then, when we were in Florida, in the middle of the Sea World parking lot, and I hadn't even brought up the subject of colors for at least a week, Asher suddenly pointed to a car and said, "Green!" And it was. Since then, he has mastered a variety of colors, but green still seems to cause him the most excitement.
Of course, there's a chance that Asher is simply drawn to this particular shirt by genetics. Hugh informed me once that in his family manliness can be measured by the number of plaid, button-up shirts a person owns. I'll admit that I'm not really sure what the connection is, but in any case, Hugh's closet is just brimming with machismo. Unfortunately, it usually stays there because we're both too lazy to iron it.
I had thought that when he started developing an opinion about his clothes he would prefer shirts with animals or construction equipment on them, but no, this is the shirt of choice. I have asked him a few times over the last couple of weeks things like, "Do you want to wear the green shirt, or the one with the moose and the soccer ball?" Invariably, the answer is, "Green!"
In the midst of our Christmas vacationing, Asher suddenly had a color revelation. I had spent a significant amount of time reading color books to Asher on the couch at home with no discernible affect whatsoever. After painstakingly pointing out every object of a particular color on a page, I would go back to one of the objects and ask, "What color is the ___?" To this, Asher would reply either, "huh?" or "blue!" Except that he was equally likely to say blue regardless of the actual color of the object.
Then, when we were in Florida, in the middle of the Sea World parking lot, and I hadn't even brought up the subject of colors for at least a week, Asher suddenly pointed to a car and said, "Green!" And it was. Since then, he has mastered a variety of colors, but green still seems to cause him the most excitement.
Of course, there's a chance that Asher is simply drawn to this particular shirt by genetics. Hugh informed me once that in his family manliness can be measured by the number of plaid, button-up shirts a person owns. I'll admit that I'm not really sure what the connection is, but in any case, Hugh's closet is just brimming with machismo. Unfortunately, it usually stays there because we're both too lazy to iron it.
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I was going to say that the plaid thing is genetic, but you preempted that comment :)
Love the shirt! It's green AND it's plaid. What's not to love?
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