Tonight the boys had a naked dinner (long story) so when Seth got home, he was in charge of dressing them for our post-dinner library/ice cream run. Brice came bounding down the stairs first, "mom look at my cool new shirt!" Um, it's 75 degrees outside. And he's wearing two different shades of green. It's definitely a look!
Then Harry comes down. He's wearing Brice's black T-shirt, that is still too big for Brice. And his too-small, navy sweats (!!) He could barely walk, the shirt was HUGE. I felt like sticking a sign on each of them that said, "my dad dressed me. "
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You are a blogging QUEEN right now!
I sheepishly want to repeat my request for an urban/suburban comparison. Seriously! I want to know what you have to say! What do you like about the suburbs? What do you miss about the city? What have the surprises been? Do you feel like you've had a major quality of life shift? or is mothering just mothering wherever you are?
You know...since you are in a good blogging run, thought I'd press you about it a little. ;)
oh! And the Daddy dresses me phenomenon happens around here a lot too. Though, I'd have to say that Seth really knocked it out of the park.
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