FamilyI had an appointment outside the house yesterday, which, admittedly, is not all that common. Usually I’m beavering away at home in my jammies, with my hair in a ponytail. Not that there’s anything wrong with that.
When I arrived at Daphne’s preschool to pick her up, she started to run toward me, and then stopped in her tracks.
“Mama?” She asked, wide-eyed, “Are those new clothes?” She looked me up and down as if I were covered in whipped cream and sprinkles.
“No, not really. Well, the blouse is new. Ish.”
“You look so stylish!”
“Well, thank you.”
“And your hair! It’s so… smooth!”
“Heh, yes, I did straighten it. Do you have your book bag?”
“And… [GASP] Mama! You’re wearing pointy heels!”
“Yes. Yes, I am. It’s a miracle, isn’t it?”
And then it continued at the boys’ after-school care. Logan stared at me from across the play yard. He walked toward me, peering closely.
“Wow, Mom… you look awesome!”
“Thank you, sweetie! Where’s your brother?”
“Is that a new coat?”
“No, I’ve had this leather jacket for years.”
“It just looks so… cool on you! Dylan! Look at Mom!”
Dylan looked up from his trains. “Niiice!”













01.31.07 at 03:18 PM |
Awwww! That is very sweet!
My kids, unfortunately, take after my husband. I would have to show up at school dressed as a stripper for anyone to notice a difference.
01.31.07 at 03:35 PM |
Bahahaha! I so feel your pain.
My kids ‘say Who are you and What have you done with my mother?’ when I’m being beyond silly.
01.31.07 at 08:54 PM |
Another post in need of a photo.
02.01.07 at 06:22 AM |
Sorry, I’m still stuck on “covered in whipped cream and sprinkles.”
02.01.07 at 04:58 PM |
I can definitely see this scenario playing out between my kids and I in just a few years time!
02.02.07 at 03:17 AM |
A compliment is nice no matter where it comes from or why but it did seem almost back handed. Hahaha
I used to hear, “who are you putting lipstick on for? The grocery store cashier?” Heaven forbid I put it on for me.
02.02.07 at 04:37 PM |
It was a while ago but my husband had taken the kids to the playground and I got ready to go to a baptism. I stopped at the playground on my way there and as I was walking towards them my husband said to the kids, “Hey, look who it is…” and they said, “who is that daddy?” Took me pulling my hair back in a ponytail for my middle kid to recognize me.
02.02.07 at 05:42 PM |
Having kids can be good for ones ego… when they aren’t busy pointing out your lacy panties and exclaiming, “I like your panties mommy… the are sooooo big.”.... Yeah… I guess they would be compared to your size 3T ones. Gotta love those kiddos!
02.02.07 at 08:20 PM |
aw, that is the sweetest thing…. love to hear, ” wowww, mommy, you look pretty”.
02.03.07 at 07:49 AM |
My oldest ran to the bathroom in a huff over something once, stopped dead in his tracks, forgot what he came for in the first place, “mommie….mommie….uhhhh….ewwwww, you look niiiiiiice.” waving his index finger up and down…..I had on a black skirt, black stockings, black heels & black bra - no shirt yet til after the hair & makeup were done.
Little pervert, just like his daddy.
02.04.07 at 04:09 AM |
You would look like a Paris model in a potatoe sack.
Strut your stuff gorgeous.
Love you
Jeanne
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