What I Wore Sunday

Linking up with Fine Linen and Purple.

Julia: let's just go to the store and buy a big giant giant big giant cookie.
Grace: come along little doggy.

Talking past each other since ... forever.


I must confess (Britney of yesteryear, I miss you!) that this isn't what I wore to Mass but it is what I wore most of the day. I didn't feel like playing hospital Mass roulette on Sunday morning and risking Simon not being able to sneak off of Labor and Delivery to meet us and have all three kids wrestle me to my death nor did I even want to think about the possibility of him having to go to Mass after work and prolonging the blessed end to the interminable weekend so ... we went Saturday night. There was a little tiny hiccup in communication over whether or not Simon was awake and getting ready or was (very understandably) sleeping off his Friday shift so we rolled up during the homily which is a low even for us. The kids were terrible and we even followed through with the "if you're bad - no playground after Mass" stipulation which was mostly because I was freezing and didn't matter because Julia just laughed and said, "okay Grace, okay" and Sebastian's has no short-term or long-term memory so the moot threat strikes yet again. Welcome to parenthood.

I took the kids to Costco where they were pulling out all the sample stops, "treat yourself, Mom!!" and I was happy to only fall for a Greek yogurt jalapeno dip purchase on top of the usuals but the chocolate covered pretzels, multiple frozen pizza options, nutty energy mix, steak (yes - ALL the sample stops), and Swiss cheese were all super tempting. I'd like to give kudos to the Costco employees because no matter how harried or overwhelmed I look they never ever say the requisite, "you've got your hands full" or "you've got your hands full!" or "wow, you've got your hands full!" - and are always the most friendly and helpful humans and even when the 'check your receipt' line is super long they never deny Julia's request to draw two smiley faces for her. God love them happy employees - I know I do.

I bought these pants in New Orleans on super clearance from J.Crew before I could get my fashionista bff+e Jessica's approval via picture text. I loved that the bottoms were shaped like calf muscles (because I have none) but looking at them now ... maybe they were on super clearance for a reason. C'est la vainest life.

the rest:
shirt: ASOS maternity (not indicative of my current gestational state, aka: I'm not pregnant) 
clog-diggities: Moheda
bracelet: gift from Mary that I haven't taken off since her wedding

behavior:
Julia: C (fought with Sebastian over everything - you name it - fight! fight! fight! but she was resourceful and used my hair to steady herself to avoid a nasty trip and fall)
Bash: F (at one point he was thrashing so hard in my arms that I aaaaalmost fell over)
Theodore: A for always