“No need jacket,” Baby Girl B declared. My two-year-old twins and I were heading out the door to see a friend who lives just a few blocks away. Although the sun was shining, there was a cold breeze blowing and jackets were necessary.
“Yes, we need our jackets,” I said as I helped Baby Girl A into hers and zipped it up. Turning back to B, I held up two options. “Do you want your purple jacket or your rain coat?”
“No need jacket!” B insisted, dodging out of my reach.
I quickly caught her and plopped her down in my lap, intending to put her jacket while I distracted her. “We’re going to see Mommy’s friend. She has a new baby! The baby might be sleeping. Shhhhh! We’ll have to be quiet,” I told the girls while I pulled one sleeve on. I thought it was working, then all of the sudden…
“NO NEED JACKET!” B yelled, twisting away and ripping the jacket off.
Hmmmm, what to try next? I thought. “OK, B, your sister and I are leaving. If you don’t wear your jacket you have to stay here.” I opened the front door, let A out and blocked B from learning. “Good bye! We’re going because we have our jackets.”
I closed the door and B immediately started to howl. I waited a few seconds, my hand still on the doorknob, then opened the door. “Are you ready for your jacket?”
“No need jacket,” B glared at me grumpily.
I checked the time on my phone. This was taking way too much time. “Yes, you need a jacket. No more playing,” I let her know as I grabbed the jacket from the floor and scooped Baby Girl B up in my arms. We wrestled around for a moment, B putting up a good fight, but I finally got the jacket on and zipped up. There, finally, hopefully that’s that.
“Come on, girls! I’m going to get my sunglasses out of the car.” I opened the door and dug my sunglasses out of the glove compartment. I cleaned the lenses quickly, put them on, and turned around just in time to see…
Baby Girl B unzip her jacket and fling it across the grass with glee. “No need jacket!” she laughed, dancing away from me.
I grabbed the discarded jacket and chased B down. “That’s it!” In a moment of genius, I managed to get the jacket back on B, but this time I put it on backwards and zipped it up her back. I couldn’t help but smile as she twisted and pulled, trying unsuccessfully to get it off. “Alright, let’s go!” I said, back to my good mood, and headed off down the street.
Baby Girl B quickly forgot about her jacket as she became engaged in our walk, but I couldn’t stop smiling at her backwards jacket and the zipper up her back. It was a small victory, but when you’re outnumbered by two-year-olds, any victory is worth relishing.