Clumsy Exits, New Threads and Table Dancing

It's hard to pinpoint why this is so exciting to me - but my girls can now independently put on their own shoes and grab their own water supply when getting ready to leave the house.  I've never been a very graceful exiter, and since having kids the amount of time it takes me to get out the door annoys me almost as much as it annoys my husband. 

Look at these capable little people:

Oh wait, be right back, I forgot my keys.  Whoops, we need to turn around I left my ID in my jeans in the hamper.  Well, while I'm in here, I might as well get another load started.  Sweet, found $5 in Drew's jeans, mine now.   I should buy myself something pretty.  Or maybe a drink.  Oh shit! They're all waiting for me in the car, I better get hustling.  After I pee.  And it's a little chilly, I should grab a layer....

Speaking of buying myself something pretty, I bought a new dress with the cash money I got from consigning the back of my closet.  You have to use your imagination to piece these pictures together into one well designed garment.  I'll start at the top:

And speaking of layers, my pink cashmere scarf, which I wear 90% of the time, has been absconded with by my daughters who have turned it in to a hammock for their doll Mae.  I miss it, even though this is pretty cute.  I also miss the ability to move chairs independently:

While working on art projects with the girls this morning I observed my own lackadaisical parenting style that results in Genevieve sometimes getting in trouble at preschool for standing on tables.  It obviously starts young around here:

As long as I keep them from monetizing naked table dancing as adults I think I've passed the test, right?!

Here's the final product of one art project.  Genevieve requested I spell out our WHOLE family's WHOLE names in stickers for her to bedazzle.  It spoke to my inner scrabble board so I complied: