Many of my blogs lament my current fashion state. I went from being slightly on the edge of fashion forward, to slightly fashion backwards. Maybe not overly trendy, but at least I had nice things. Need I remind everyone of my continued wear of the Ugg boot? Today I was shopping at many of my former favorites without the kids. I was ready to go wild. Purses, shoes, dresses, I was ready to get it all. I wanted a wardrobe update. A fashion makeover.

I was in Tory Burch taking in all of the great purses and shoes, flipping through the racks, when one particular display caught my eye. Tory Burch for children. I was mesmerized. Those cute little trademark flats in teeny tiny sizes. I wanted them. But not for myself. For my 2 1/2 year old.



Then it hit me...I know why I am such a fashion dud. Because I am a mom. Because I care more about people admiring my children than myself. Because I want the best for them and second best for me. You may not think a 2 year old needs to know how cute she looks, but she does. She doesn't need to think its her most important quality. But, she does need to put on a fancy dress and twirl and know that she's beautiful. Or put on a pair of shoes that just make her want to run and dance.



At the end of the day, I didn't walk out with any new designer shoes. And neither did Helen. But only because they didn't have her size.

Where has my mind gone?

Most of us have heard of pregnant brain. I haven't been pregnant in almost a year, so shouldn't some of my former intelligence have made its way back? Apparently not. I just gave Patrick a bath in his diaper.

You see, Patrick is messy. M-E-S-S-Y. I have tried every trick in the book to improve his eating habits, but he is a disaster at mealtime. We have developed a pretty good routine to battle his messy eating habits. In the morning, I feed him Cheerios (no spills there) and some sort of nearly colorless fruit...bananas, apples, or pears often do the trick. I manage to keep him clean-ish. He takes a morning nap in his clean-ish pajamas and then eats lunch. Since green beans by their very name are full of color, its hard to keep him neat at lunch. So inevitably after lunch we have to do a major cleaning. Of Patrick, the highchair, the walls, the floor, sometimes the dog's fur. Most definitely me.

On the not too rare occassion where Patrick is too messy for even a roll of paper towels to handle, I take him, mess and all, straight to the bathtub. Take of the messy clothes and just rinse him off. But today for some reason, I got halfway into the rinse off before I realized the poor boy was still wearing his diaper. His very soggy diaper at this point. Clearly I was staring at him this whole time, but somehow managed to overlook the diaper.

Luckily for me, Patrick often overlooks my mommy brain moments. I think for him taking a bath in a diaper was a little bit of an adventure. He certainly howled with laughter while I tried to keep it from dripping as I tossed into the trashcan.