Sunday, July 13, 2008

Happy Sunday


I took this of my kiddos before they left for church this morning. Ike had his little matching outfit too, but he was sick and stayed home with me today.

Walker looked at this and said, "Wow, Maggie almost looks...normal."

Did I ever mention I am a sucker for little girls in smocked dresses with big ole bows in their hair?

I HEART smocking.

Makes them look so innocent.

Key word being look.

And they look so old fashioned too, without having to go quite this far.

I know in some parts of the South y'all can get away with putting your boys in smocking until they are like, driving. I don't know how you pull that off unless you start serving your men mint juleps before you get the kids dressed. Because, much as we try, that just doesn't fly here in Texas.

Here we get three years - maybe you can sneak in one more Sunday after the fourth birthday, when the husband is away for a golf weekend. But then our Tex-anderthal husbands put their feet down and insist no more sissy clothes. So, smockaholics such as myself have to make the most of it in what little time we are allotted.

And we do. We do indeed.



(I would have included some of Ike but I just realized that almost every picture I have of him, he is wearing jammies. Poor boy. He's lucky if he gets dressed. Sorry baby.)

PS - Merry Lynn asked about Bow Training.

If you are blessed enough to have a child born with a lot of hair, as I was with Girl 1, Training begins almost in utero


so that from the very get-go, the child is so used to having a bow, headband or occasional hat in her hair she does not question it any more than she questions her fingers or her toes.

It is simply viewed as another appendage.

If you get one of those virtually bald-headed babies, like my Girl 2, it's not quite so easy. Then Bow Training must commence.

Bow Training involves a complicated and determined process of fighting daily with your infant girl-child over keeping a hairbow in her hair. And slipping into her room while she is sleeping and applying the ripped-off bow, to get her bald head used to the feeling. All caregivers must be aware of and committed to the Training. Because one mothers' day out teacher can make or break you.

We take this very seriously, y'all.

And Miss Audrey and Miss Abby were fabulously committed last year with Maggie, thank you.

First you have to use headbands, which they are much better at ripping out.



Then when they finally grow enough hair to hold an alligator clip



the Hairbow Wars commence. Baby rips it out. Mom reapplies. Baby rips it out. Mom reapplies. One thousand times daily and two thousand on Sunday.

Ultimately, the strongest woman prevails.

It is a battle worth fighting - and winning. Because, as Clairee says wisely in Steel Magnolias, "The only thing that separates us from the animals is our ability to accessorize."


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