Anyway, we were up in the quad cities from Saturday-Monday and I have that awful vacation hangover complete with more laundry than five people should ever produce in a month - let alone 2.5 days, the sad realization that our house will never be as clean as my grandma's, we are REALLY low on big kid diapers, Simon is working this weekend, and the weather in St. Louis is officially dead to me with no chance for redemption - ever. Oh, I just noticed it stopped raining so maybe a glimmer but ---- just a glimmito.
Back to Simon's exact question. Yes, I feel ridiculous but if I didn't have him take these driveway photos - how would I know exactly how poor my outfit judgement was? Exactly! I wouldn't and I might repeat offend with this atrocity. I want to be able to pull off the blazer but I don't know if my B R O A D shoulders will let me and the pants are an ugly marriage of first grade rolled uniform pants (sans scrunched socks) and the harem pant trend that some people can totally rock but I can totally not.
We went to Mass at the Cathedral where both my parents and Simon's parents were married which is always neat. (I'm sure 99% of you know by now that our moms went to high school together ... I need to retype and repost the story in its entirety someday v. v. soon.) Simon's mom and sister Elizabeth were there and I'm wondering if they'd mind driving from Wichita and Denver every Sunday to help with our little heathens? Sebastian was still terrible but it was one of the "please be seated for announcements" at the end of Mass Sundays that drive me to drag out the inner silent scream of "NOOOoOOooOOooOOooooooOOoooooOoOoO!!!!!" as I watch the kids melt into utter and complete puddles so really, he couldn't be blamed for the last eight unnecessary minutes.
shoes: c/o Blowfish
pants: Forever XXI (see them in action holding 36 weeks of Theodore niiiice and tight)
top: Old Navy
blazer: Gap (from sweet Caroline)
Julia: B+ not awful but she insists on sitting on the kneeler and only the kneeler and I always cave
Bash: D+ Simon had to take him out and he broke my necklace so and the girl in front of him fed him her Cheerios which he promptly sucked on and handed right back to her - why does he not get an F? I'm feeling generous.
Theo: A+ he'll turn on me soon, I'm sure.
**I quadruple dog dare you not to d-d-d-dance.