Falling Of My High Horse
Sometimes, I lose my temper with the girls. Okay, I'll be honest - it's a lot more often than sometimes. Between Abigail's million changes of clothes a day and Gracie's constant battles with her hair, my patience runs short quite frequently. And nothing drives me crazier than when they move something that I've put somewhere. This is one of Abigail's favorite tricks. I will put out their clothes or their lunchboxes or our bag for the lake and she will unpack the bag or the lunchbox or scatter the clothes all over the house. It makes my head spin around and sometimes makes venom spew from my mouth. I try really hard to hide things from her, but the girl is a bloodhound - it's like she has some kind of inner sonar that lets her find whatever I'm trying to hide (on a side note - I think she has some other kind of inner sonar that keeps her from ever getting water up her nose - it's remarkable really - she can throw herself in the pool upside down and come up grinning when I would be coming up sputtering and spitting if I tired the same thing...but, I digress). So, now you know one of my pet peeves...having the girls move things that I've set out. This is just a little background for the following story:
On Tuesday, I made these cute little shirred dresses for the girls. They didn't want ribbons or straps to hold them up. They wore them to the post office and Winn Dixie and within a few minutes, the dresses had slipped down to their belly buttons. Which was okay for Gracie because she had a swim suit on underneath hers. Abigail, on the other hand, looked like a pint-sized stripper. Which didn't bother her in the slightest bit. I, on the other hand, was slightly mortified. However, I was more mortified by the fact that I had to ask three different people before someone correctly told me where the corn dogs were. Maybe the first two people I asked were too distracted by my half-naked toddler...
After that grand adventure, I decided that the girls both needed ribbon straps to hold up their dresses. Gracie really wanted to wear hers to the church picnic on Wednesday night, so I told her I would fix them and have them both ready for them on Wednesday. When we got home from Winn Dixie, since they'd only worn them for a few minutes, I took their dresses off and put the dresses on the couch so I'd know right where they were to sew on the ribbon. Well, Wednesday morning was hectic. We made a long and grueling trip to Walmart (any trip to Walmart with both girls is long and grueling). Gracie had a play date Wednesday afternoon and I was working on a skirt for me, so I didn't get around to sewing the ribbon on the dresses until about 4:30. (yep, the church picnic started at 5:00 - nothing like pushing it until the last minute). I grabbed the ribbon that we'd bought at Walmart to put on the dresses, turned on my sewing machine, and then went to grab the dresses off the couch. One dress was there - right where I'd left it. The other one was gone! Gone, GONE, GONE!!!! I tried to keep my calm...really, I did. I looked everywhere - in all of Abigail's usual hiding locations....her suitcases, her little playhouse, the dirty clothes hamper. No luck. Then, I moved the couch, the ottoman, and the chair...no luck there either. Then, I started feeling my cheeks get flushed. I was mad - mad that I had sewn them dresses to wear to the picnic and now, they weren't even going to be able to wear them. So, I pulled out other outfits for them to wear and let's just say I didn't do this in a June Cleaver, "oh my sweet darlings, here's another outfit for you to wear since you LOST the one I made for you" kind of way....umm yeah, not that way at all. And I told them I was never sewing anything else for them again and yada, yada, yada. Steve called in the middle of this and got an earful about how frustrated I was. Ten minutes before we were ready to leave, I sat down and took a deep break and thought about our day and realized that I knew exactly where the missing dress was. It was outside, in the van, sitting on the passenger seat where I PUT IT. Where I'd left it after we took it with us to Walmart to match ribbon. I felt like a world-class heel. I was quickly knocked off my self-righteous high horse. I apologized to the girls, quickly sewed the ribbons on, and off we went to the picnic. I hope that I remember this lesson the next time I get upset with the girls and try and remember that things are not always what I think they are!
So, you know pictures of them in the dresses are coming, right? Here they are at the picnic.
and my baby...the cutest little stripping thief ever
)
And, here's my Project 365 Layout for last week. I'm really catching up...I think I have less than ten to finish and I'll be completely caught up for the year. Yippee!!! (Click the picture to see it larger if you'd like)
On Tuesday, I made these cute little shirred dresses for the girls. They didn't want ribbons or straps to hold them up. They wore them to the post office and Winn Dixie and within a few minutes, the dresses had slipped down to their belly buttons. Which was okay for Gracie because she had a swim suit on underneath hers. Abigail, on the other hand, looked like a pint-sized stripper. Which didn't bother her in the slightest bit. I, on the other hand, was slightly mortified. However, I was more mortified by the fact that I had to ask three different people before someone correctly told me where the corn dogs were. Maybe the first two people I asked were too distracted by my half-naked toddler...
After that grand adventure, I decided that the girls both needed ribbon straps to hold up their dresses. Gracie really wanted to wear hers to the church picnic on Wednesday night, so I told her I would fix them and have them both ready for them on Wednesday. When we got home from Winn Dixie, since they'd only worn them for a few minutes, I took their dresses off and put the dresses on the couch so I'd know right where they were to sew on the ribbon. Well, Wednesday morning was hectic. We made a long and grueling trip to Walmart (any trip to Walmart with both girls is long and grueling). Gracie had a play date Wednesday afternoon and I was working on a skirt for me, so I didn't get around to sewing the ribbon on the dresses until about 4:30. (yep, the church picnic started at 5:00 - nothing like pushing it until the last minute). I grabbed the ribbon that we'd bought at Walmart to put on the dresses, turned on my sewing machine, and then went to grab the dresses off the couch. One dress was there - right where I'd left it. The other one was gone! Gone, GONE, GONE!!!! I tried to keep my calm...really, I did. I looked everywhere - in all of Abigail's usual hiding locations....her suitcases, her little playhouse, the dirty clothes hamper. No luck. Then, I moved the couch, the ottoman, and the chair...no luck there either. Then, I started feeling my cheeks get flushed. I was mad - mad that I had sewn them dresses to wear to the picnic and now, they weren't even going to be able to wear them. So, I pulled out other outfits for them to wear and let's just say I didn't do this in a June Cleaver, "oh my sweet darlings, here's another outfit for you to wear since you LOST the one I made for you" kind of way....umm yeah, not that way at all. And I told them I was never sewing anything else for them again and yada, yada, yada. Steve called in the middle of this and got an earful about how frustrated I was. Ten minutes before we were ready to leave, I sat down and took a deep break and thought about our day and realized that I knew exactly where the missing dress was. It was outside, in the van, sitting on the passenger seat where I PUT IT. Where I'd left it after we took it with us to Walmart to match ribbon. I felt like a world-class heel. I was quickly knocked off my self-righteous high horse. I apologized to the girls, quickly sewed the ribbons on, and off we went to the picnic. I hope that I remember this lesson the next time I get upset with the girls and try and remember that things are not always what I think they are!
So, you know pictures of them in the dresses are coming, right? Here they are at the picnic.
and my baby...the cutest little stripping thief ever
)And, here's my Project 365 Layout for last week. I'm really catching up...I think I have less than ten to finish and I'll be completely caught up for the year. Yippee!!! (Click the picture to see it larger if you'd like)
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