Wool skirt? Thrifted
Boots? Holt Renfrew Last Call
This weekend Matt and I talked about things we have never talked about before.
Which vehicle should take the car seat in the morning?
What time does kindergarten end?
What is the appropriate fruit to dunkeroo ratio for children?
Is it OK to have markers in bed if the kids are playing nicely?
More importantly, is it OK to have Oreo Cakesters in bed?
We have two young ladies staying at out house for a week or so and it only took three hours for our rather formal dining room to be covered in sequins and glue. They are both really sweet girls but it's still a major adjustment. I've curbed my swearing and swept two times in two days... big life changes. And then just to test our temporary roles of guardianship, it snowed twice on the weekend so I was gone plowing for a majority of the time. Matt also has responsibilities in snow emergencies (that's what we like to call them... it inflates our sense of self importance), so we tag teamed all weekend to do what had to be done. And that is how I am sitting here right now, a touch delirious, with only 1 hour of sleep in the last 36 hours. But it's worth it if I can be an awesome aunt to these girls.
And speaking of Awesome Aunts... my one niece told me that she liked my skirt but that she would change the sweater. I told her that I would change her face. And then I bought her a purse and some books. This is a true story.