What I Wore Sunday

1. photographer fired.
2. belated senior picture montage.

Another Sunday, another painfully predictable outfit. C'est la craziest life up in here. I had grand plans to get fancy with a skirt or a necklace or something but then all of a sudden we had negative 2 minutes to get in the car and three diapers still needed to be changed and 1.5 tantrums to hurdle and so I ran with my default kidney beans and life vest. Simon let me sleep in till 11 (!!!) after a week of 30 minutes of sleep a night thanks to my overactive imagination and some strong wind gusts so we had to suck it up and hit up a non-hospital, hour long Mass. The kids weren't terrible which was bee-zar.

I remember when Julia was a baby it would take me and Simon sometimes three different tries to get to Mass. We'd get her alllllll settled into her car seat with her caboodle of nonsense only to have her wake up and cry. Oftentimes we'd end up at a foreign parish at noon juggling lots of different tactics to keep her relatively quiet. Once we even made our first (and last!!) trip into the cry room full of rowdy 5 year olds because we felt bad interrupting anyone's train of worship with Julia's train of discontentment. It was probably just an unfortunate combination of rookie parenting and a not-so-great baby and really rookie parenting.

Now it's like ... oh, Theo's alllll alone in the pew because Grace is plucking Sebastian off of that nice lady's wheelchair and Simon is in the back dealing with Julia emotional meltdown number zillion of the hour? Yes, yes he is. We've come a long way, babies.

red, white and bluefit:
pants: Target
shirt: Forever XXI
sweater: Forever XXI
boots: Famous footwear
glasses: c/o Firmoo

kids' Mass behavior:
Julia: B+ (took off and lost her boots a few too many times)
Sebastian: B+ (the wheelchair incident kept him from an inaugural A)
Theodore: A+ (hopefully this keeps up .... forever, thanks)

Linking up with the kind ladies over at Fine Linen and Purple.