Several years ago I vowed that my children would never look like orphans--unkempt hair, missmatched clothes, smudged and dirty faces, etc. I recall being shocked that other people would allow their children to ever look like this. And then I had Sarah, and some people (but probably only grandpa) might say that she was more like a baby doll than a child. Her clothes were cute and always matched. I bathed her like every day. I did her hair in cute little styles. She had tons of cute shoes. The shoes always matched the outfits. And then she grew up and got an opinion. And became an orphan. She decided that she could only wear skirts. I assure you that she has a pile of cute pants in her closet going unworn. In future, I will likely stop buying her pants and put her entire pants budget into my pants budget thus possibly procuring myself a decent pair of pants. And white shirts with stains on them. Even when I hide the stained shirts and the skirts she manages somehow to find them. Perhaps throwing them away will be a better option. The skirts are always wrinkled because I can't stand to iron. Then I had Zach, and frankly, I was just glad when she bothered to get dressed independently at all. And I got tired of arguing with her every every every single morning over what to wear. So she comes up with some humdinger outfits, and I just clench my teeth and leave the house with her. Sometimes I don't even care what other people think. The above outfit is really one of her better ones. I used to like that skirt before she wore it every single week since we bought it like a year ago. Skirts tend to be cuter when you haven't seen then 52 times. The shirt has polka dots--blue ones, yellow ones, green ones, and yes, a few pink ones. That's how Sarah justifies that it matches, because after all, there is pink on the skirt. She has tights on as well as socks. The pink and red hearts are in honor of Valentine's Day, of course. The tights underneath have stripes--pink, green, and blue ones. The only theme holding this combination together is pink, different though the actual shades may be. Fortunately, her hair is done, and there are no smudges on her face--today, anyway. Just as I sometimes look back at pictures of my childhood and wonder, "What was my mother thinking letting me out of the house looking like that?" I'm sure Sarah will someday look at these very pictures and wonder if I was out of my mind to let her appear in her "pink ensemble." You can be assured that I will inform her that was not an outfit I picked but one of her own masterful creation. I certainly hope we both survive these orphan years and wish them a speedy conclusion as well.
Several years ago I vowed that my children would never look like orphans--unkempt hair, missmatched clothes, smudged and dirty faces, etc. I recall being shocked that other people would allow their children to ever look like this. And then I had Sarah, and some people (but probably only grandpa) might say that she was more like a baby doll than a child. Her clothes were cute and always matched. I bathed her like every day. I did her hair in cute little styles. She had tons of cute shoes. The shoes always matched the outfits. And then she grew up and got an opinion. And became an orphan. She decided that she could only wear skirts. I assure you that she has a pile of cute pants in her closet going unworn. In future, I will likely stop buying her pants and put her entire pants budget into my pants budget thus possibly procuring myself a decent pair of pants. And white shirts with stains on them. Even when I hide the stained shirts and the skirts she manages somehow to find them. Perhaps throwing them away will be a better option. The skirts are always wrinkled because I can't stand to iron. Then I had Zach, and frankly, I was just glad when she bothered to get dressed independently at all. And I got tired of arguing with her every every every single morning over what to wear. So she comes up with some humdinger outfits, and I just clench my teeth and leave the house with her. Sometimes I don't even care what other people think. The above outfit is really one of her better ones. I used to like that skirt before she wore it every single week since we bought it like a year ago. Skirts tend to be cuter when you haven't seen then 52 times. The shirt has polka dots--blue ones, yellow ones, green ones, and yes, a few pink ones. That's how Sarah justifies that it matches, because after all, there is pink on the skirt. She has tights on as well as socks. The pink and red hearts are in honor of Valentine's Day, of course. The tights underneath have stripes--pink, green, and blue ones. The only theme holding this combination together is pink, different though the actual shades may be. Fortunately, her hair is done, and there are no smudges on her face--today, anyway. Just as I sometimes look back at pictures of my childhood and wonder, "What was my mother thinking letting me out of the house looking like that?" I'm sure Sarah will someday look at these very pictures and wonder if I was out of my mind to let her appear in her "pink ensemble." You can be assured that I will inform her that was not an outfit I picked but one of her own masterful creation. I certainly hope we both survive these orphan years and wish them a speedy conclusion as well.
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Actually, Sarah just might be up with the latest trends. I walked past a window display of a teeny-bopper shop in the mall and the mannequin was wearing a very similar outfit (I think the only difference is that the skirt was a little shorter on the mannequin).
Free agency is a wonderful thing. I'm sure the Lord says the same thing about our choices.
I am raising the most stubborn orphan I have ever come across myself. Her name is Maggie. She only wears pajamas, has mastered the art of NEVER having her hsir fixed and WILL NOT wear a coat no matter how cold it is. Maggie would LOVE Sarah's ensemble. I just tell myself that by not wearing any of her cute clothes and pants they will be in better condition by the time her baby sister grows into the. Think about it, Sarah is ensuring you will have pristine hand-me-downs, should you ever have another little girl!
I know some people gripe about school uniforms, but I think it's the best thing ever- there's never any arguing about what to wear in the morning, she always coordinates and she can wear whatever stockings she wants. It's awesome!
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