This week's WIWS brought to you by kids with no limits and the self-timer on my camera.
I sat down to write this and heard, "What's stuck to my cwotch? What's stuck to my cwotch, Mom?"
So of course I had to run to the bathroom.
She just wanted to show me how well she was wiping. And this time using LESS than half a roll of toilet paper! But you can understand my apprehension...
I would like to thank you all for participating in WIWS - Sundays are pretty hectic over here, because we have to run around like crazies trying to get out the door for an early Mass, then we get home and Andrew has to leave for the Mass HE sings, so I'm home with all 4 kids by my lonesome for 4 hours and it is a little bit far from relaxing... (And these are the hours when I am most thankful that Andrew isn't a doctor on call because holy cow I don't know how Grace does it!!! I would be gchatting him every second with the "Are you coming home yet? I NEED YOU NOW!!! SOMEONE JUST PUKED ON MY UNDERWEAR!!!" crazy things that I send when it hits 5:31 on a weekday and he isn't home yet...)
But while I sit around nursing all the babies in the world (not all of them? Well, it feels like I must be nursing all of them...) I get to hit refresh and see what everyone's wearing! And while I mostly don't comment because typing one-handed is a lot of work, I love reading all the posts!!!
This is my "I-give-up-go-ahead-and-stick-your-foot-in-the-Easter-basket-as-long-as-you-aren't-touching-the-camera" pose.
The kids WERE very cute pre-Mass - John Paul had a bow-tie and non-twisted suspenders and a tucked-in shirt. Cecilia (shocker, this one) wore pink. The babies were in dresses that they both puked on. Again, shocker.
But since we went to 7:45 Mass this morning (to hit up the pancake breakfast afterwards, and because I was hoping the early hour would turn the kids into well-behaved zombies), there was no time for pictures beforehand. So this is what you get, post-Mass, post-breakfast, post-potty trips.
Dress: Macy's from after John Paul was born when I thought I would never fit into any of my clothes again. I don't even like it very much, but it's comfy, easy to nurse in, and I had approximately 0 minutes to get dressed this morning.
Shoes: Well, they're heels. Thank Cecilia's head for the blocked shot.
Messy hair: Whatever, could be worse... Again, 7:45 Mass. Gross.
And despite 7 and 9 straight hours of sleep from the babies last night, I'm still completely exhausted. And since I posted about it on the internet, they will certainly stop sleeping again.
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