My wise mother taught me that the best way to help yourself feel better is to dress better. Whenever I was tired, nervous, or not feeling well she'd tell me to wear something nice and I would feel more ready for the day. And, what do you know- she was right (as always.)
Nowadays I usually only see Bryan, Jilly, and a handful of strangers at the grocery store during the day. But I still feel better when I get dressed. Yes, some days call for jammies. But on the days I get dressed I feel ready for anything.
Kayla from Freckles in April is doing a 21 Day Challenge. She'll give a daily outfit prompt and anyone can participate. The thought of taking a picture of what I'm wearing everyday is just about as appealing to me as tearing out my own eyeballs (yes, that bad.) But, I think this will be a fun little adventure and give me more of a reason to get dressed. I'll miss the first week since I'm leaving on a little trip, but I really want to try it when I get home. So, will you do it with me? Pretty please?!?!
Yesterday I decided that maybe organizing all the clothes Jillian has outgrown would be a good idea. So, I sat down and started sorting into piles. And, here's how it went:
Oh, there's the outfit she wore the first time she rolled over.
There is my favorite red hooded outfit. I wish we had another one for this winter.
There is her cute Valentine's outfit.
There's the outfit Jilly never actually wore out of the house because it somehow got dirty every time I put it on her.
There's the dress she wore her first time to church.
And then the kicker- the outfit that drowned her when we brought her home from the hospital that now would maybe cover half her body.
As I sat there crying my little eyes out while Jilly crawled around pulling clothes from my neat piles I knew that I had officially entered the gates of Mommydom.
During Year 3 of our marriage Bryan told me, "Your cooking has really improved since we first got married," which we all know really means, "your dinners used to be terrible." At first I felt a little miffed but then I realized he was 100% right. At least things were getting better.
Two years ago I asked my mom for a sewing machine for Christmas. I imagined beautiful handmade quilts adorning each bed in our house. But then I got my sewing machine and realized I didn't even know how to thread the bobbin. So I've been slowly trying to figure out this whole sewing thing. My mom also gave me a few kits with instructions to make some little holiday wall hangings. Last summer I made this one for July:
We were driving home from the store and Jillian was freaking out. She usually loves being in her carseat so I couldn't figure out why she was screaming. I finally decided to pull over and see if the seatbelt was pinching her or something. We stopped at a nearby park and when I got her out she immediately started smiling, laughing, and kicking; she just wanted to be outside. It was in the 80s and a nice cool breeze was blowing on us as I sat and read and Jilly crawled around exploring.
