And speaking of shoes, Clint and I made a trip to Nordstrom's (Clint is so going to make fun of me -- yes, I know it is called "Nordstrom." He thinks adding the " 's" to a business is like saying "Walmart's") this morning while dear, sweet Lacy watched our babies -- that is, after I jogged an entire mile with her this morning. Yet again, completely surprising myself. I hate running, but I just might let her talk me into running a Thanksgiving 5K with her. Anyway, my first thought when we decided to shop was that my children need Fall jackets and new shoes because shopping for myself is the last thing that comes to mind these days.
Okay, I must digress for just a moment. I recently saw a segment on the Today show where a stylist recommended getting rid of 75% of the contents of a closet. No, I didn't stutter -- 75%. So, I attempted and maybe got rid of 50%, and, holy moley, it really is easier for me to find something to wear. Not that I'm crazy about the contents of my closet, and I think I can still get rid of a lot more. For those of you who for some reason are still holding on to clothes from college and you know that you wouldn't give that cheetah print furry jacket to even your worst enemy, puh-lease for your own sake, get rid of it. Especially if you've been pregnant for the last 4 years like I have and you don't buy new clothes for almost a year at a time, then I KNOW you have some junk in your closet.
Okay, back to kiddos and shoes and surprises. I always assumed my children would wear Keds. I wore Keds, my parents wore Keds, and all of my friends in the South put their children in Keds -- boys and girls -- because they match absolutely everything. They go with play clothes and smocked dresses and John-Johns, so why not? I'll tell you why not. Because white shoes are an absolute nightmare. I'm trying my best to never buy anything white for Mack Darby again because he is magnetically attracted to any type of water, mud puddle, or food. And Mimi isn't much different. I was absolutely drooling at the awesome shoe selection at Nordstrom (can you say Prada ballet flats for $225 for toddlers? No, thank you), and Clint and I finally made some decisions. I am declaring my children officially the coolest kids in the world simply because of these shoes:
Yes, electric blue and orange Adidas for Mack and silver sparkle Toms for Mimi. And Mimi starts preschool tomorrow, and I am quite shocked I do not have a smocked outfit laid out for her. Nope, the above is a possibility or maybe a tutu. She hasn't quite made up her mind yet.Speaking of Mimi, I wanted to give an update on the nap situation. I decided to NOT do away with them. Girlfriend needs them, and I am going to try to put up the fight as long as I can. I've gotten a few awesome suggestions, and I plan on trying them out a little over the next week to see if anything works. I'm still a little concerned about giving her melatonin just because the word "hormone" throws up a red flag for me, but I know many pediatricians are recommending it. Not completely crossing it off my list yet. Right now she's sound asleep in the den floor, and I'm trying to get used to the idea that she just doesn't love a forced, scheduled nap -- she prefers to sleep when she's tired. Which I guess does make sense. Thank you, thank you, thank you from the bottom of my heart for reading my blog and sympathizing and letting me know I'm not the only mom who is dealing with the same issue. I mainly started this blog because of peer pressure from a dear friend, and I'm not sure I've thanked her yet. It has not only helped me let my far-away family know what's going on with my children, but it has also allowed me to vent and get awesome feedback from some of you -- people I've known forever and some I don't really know at all. I loved that I attended a wedding in Clint's home town this past spring, and several people I have only met a couple of times gave me comments and suggestions about things they had read on my blog. Too sweet. Tears.
So anyway, I think Mack surprised himself a little this week with discovering the slide.
On your mark . . .
Get set . . .
GO!!!!
We FINALLY took the kids to a beach on Lake Michigan. We've lived here over a year, and I'm not sure why this didn't happen until yesterday. We literally got in the car just to drive to a different neighborhood to grab lunch and ended up in Evanston, which I am in love with. If, and this is a HUGE "if," we ever move to the 'burbs, I think I will choose Evanston. And, yes, my children loved the beach. Mimi ran and rolled around and made sand angels, and little Mack begged for us to take him to the water so he could feel the cold waves hitting his toes. So excited about our trip to 30A later this week I can't stand it.
And this is soooo random, but I've also surprised myself with cooking this year. I don't like to prepare food, and I absolutely despise cleaning it up . . . but I do love to eat it! If you have a reservation booked at Hotel Darby, just know that the chef serves these for breakfast . . .. . .banana pancakes . . . mmmmmmmmm.
Yesterday we had a Darby family banana pancake and James Brown breakfast. And because I'm a four-year-old, I like mine with walnuts and chocolate chips.
It's a strange family tradition of mine to also put a dab of peanut butter on your plate while eating pancakes, but it grosses my hubs out so I refrained. But I think it might have improved my quality of life if I had.You have to put the chocolate chips on immediately after taking the pancakes off the stove so they'll get all gooey and melty. And bacon is a must. Are you drooling . . . because you should be.
Just because they were on my camera . . . my two favorite guys. And I once thought boys were gross . . . see, I'm full of surprises today.
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