Life With Boys

Do you ever worry that the people from What Not To Wear might be secretly filming you? I know I’m not fashionable. I don’t wear skirts because I hate trying to figure out what you’re supposed to wear with them (plus, I hate being cold and anyone who has spent ANY TIME with Morgan knows skirts couldn’t be more impractical.) If I find a shirt I like, I buy it in three colors. My winter wardrobe is turtleneck sweaters and slacks for work — sometimes I mix it up with a jacket or a cardigan — but it depends on the day. My hair, well I’m still hating my hair. I swear I’ve been growing my bangs out all summer and they are never going to get long enough to tuck behind my ears — so I end up wearing a barrette because they are driving me nuts and I then I can do a pretty good impression of a high school student. (Matt and I even got carded at TGI Fridays the other night.) Maybe I need a personal shopper who lives in my closet, a personal trainer would probably be in order as well — nah.

And then there are my children … oh the children, for whom there are not enough dinosaur shirts in the world. The dinosaur shirt must be coupled with SOFT PANTS (soft denim in not soft enough) and socks that are any color but white or even close to the same color as anything else in the ensemble. For Morgan — if it was a yellow dinosaur shirt we would be set for life (we only have one yellow winter shirt and it’s getting put through its paces.)

I give up, send dino shirts and colored socks to your heart’s content.