|Wearing thrifted scarf, Wal Mart tee, Macy's? skirt, thrifted shoes|
|Not pregnant. Just incapable of standing normally.|
I have tried so hard to be a scarf person. I just cannot quite figure out how to get it to look pretty around my neck. I always end up looking like a flight attendant. It works way better on my head. Except it's silk and feels wonderful and I can't stop playing with it. Feeding my children? Playing with my scarf. Taking pictures? Playing with my scarf. Driving to the grocery store? Playing with my scarf. Typing a blog post? You better believe I'm typing one handed and playing with my scarf.
|Please ignore my eyebrows. I have an appointment set up, I swear.|
Want to know what I did today while wearing my pretty silk scarf and pink heels? Hosed baby poop out of a pair of tiny shorts. Got smeared with half chewed graham cracker. Twice. Chased two naked sopping children around the backyard (they discovered how to turn on the hose. I took off my heels for that one). Had several discussions about human digestion (Stinky is fascinated with the fact that his milk will eventually come out his wee wee and his rice will come out his bum and we must discuss this at length multiple times a day).
There is so much about parenthood I was unprepared for.
The glamor. It's never ending over here.