1. topless prop
2. slit eyes, empty pockets, can't lose
Meg sent me Mindy Kaling's book, Is Everyone Hanging Out Without Me? (And Other Concerns), (LOVE love love love it) and in one of the chapters she talks about how one of her former bosses is always talking about how stressed out she is ...
A note about me: I do not think stress is a legitimate topic of conversation, in public anyway. No one ever wants to hear how stressed out anyone else is, because most of the time EVERYONE IS STRESSED OUT. Going on and on in detail about how stressed how I am isn't conversation. It'll never lead anywhere. No one is going to say, "Wow, Mindy, you really have it ESPECIALLY bad. I have heard some stories of stress but this just TAKES THE CAKE."
(hopefully she never reads this blog if she feels the same way about whiny moms because ....... )
Anyway, her feelings on stress talk mirror the way I feel when people say they are tired. I'm fairly certain that 98% of the time most parents/people with jobs/the entire world are all really tired so I'm not going to tell you how tired I was yesterday after sleeping zero minutes when Simon was at work on Saturday night. I just don't want you to think I always look high on illegal contraband. The angels sang a song and he was able to sleep for three hours at work so he took the big kids to the park so I could nap but Theo just chuckled and scoffed at that little plan. However, I did climb into our King Double bed around 8:23 last night so my lipz are zipped in the tired department until Simon is on call again next week.
You'll be thrilled to know we hit up our favorite hospital Mass yesterday where the kids acted like caged chimpanzees and there was a priest (in vestments) sitting next to us who didn't add to my stress (just for you, Mindy!) level at all. After Mass the visiting priest announced he was staying in the hospital receiving cancer treatments so that made me feel even better because he's probably not feeling ill at all.
Here's what the older kids wore because you already saw what Theo was swaddled in in the photo above ...
stolen from here and here.
Julia and Dora had matching footwear (c/o my super stylish grandma) and Sebastian threw about 99 tantrums directly after I took that photo.
shirt: Forever XXI
pants: Old Navy (I want a pair in every color which of COURSE they have)
kids Mass behavior:
Julia: C- (wanted me to put Theo down in the pew so she could be held because as usual, she 'not wike him')
Bash: F you know that when Simon leans over in between wrestling matches and tells me, "he gets an F!!!" before Mass is even over that his behavior was ..... BAD.
Theo: A- but if he started sleeping through Mass again like a docile little newborn I wouldn't complain.
Linking up with FLAP ... hopefully you were on the ball and did the same yesterday.