Friday, February 22, 2013

Bare Minimum

My pre-kids vision of adorable outfits, bob haircuts, squeaky clean faces, trimmed nails and unchipped teeth was officially shattered when Marguerite fell in step with her sister and started demanding to dress herself.  Instead of french braids and matching dresses, my children wear primarily swimsuits when we're home and bizarro layered mismatched numbers when we're out and about.  I realize that technically I'm in charge, but as soon as I hear myself nagging about outfit choices I feel like I've fallen off track.  As long as I keep them from becoming hypothermic or over-heated I'm doing my due diligence.  I'm good at pulling off the bare minimum.  Bare being the operative word here.

1 comment:

  1. So their bodies are hot but their feet are cold. What is it with your family and their bizarro taste in footwear?