The Problem of Slightly Worn Clothes - An Update

What to do with slightly worn clothes?  It's an issue that everyone struggles with.  You know what I mean.  You put something on for like, 2 hours and all you do is watch Homeland in it.  Sure, it's worn. It's technically "dirty" but you know it really isn't.  You can google this issue and get ideas such as:

1.  "I put it back in the drawer."  Nah.
2.  "I turn it inside out and then hang it back up so I know that it is gently worn." Um, too much work.  You do not have 3 children under the age of 5.
3.  "I have this chair/bench/ottoman in my bedroom covered with slightly worn clothes."  Getting warmer.
4.  "I throw lightly worn clothes on the floor until the pile is so high my kids can climb it like Everest."  Oh, you are my husband.  Hi, Patrick!  I didn't know you followed this blog!

OK.  So this post is not about this universal problem, because I have no solution or even remotely good ideas about it.  I tricked you with a catchy title to suck you in.  It's been so long since I've posted I figured you forgot about us.  I am a bad mommy blogger.

So, we have been a bit busy over the past two months, just living in our usual crazy whirlwind.  Half of the time I feel like I am drowning in a never-ending sea of kiddie love. The other half I am just, you know, drowning.  You people who make it look so easy are liars fabulous.  I am just...regular.  We had some busy medical stuff and then all kinds of technical difficulties.  Our camera broke so I had nothing to take pictures with, and then once we replaced the camera, the computer broke so I had nowhere to upload the pictures I was taking with the new camera.  So I fell behind on everything.

April brought us a wonderful vacation in Aruba.  We worried that it might be too soon to take the whole circus on a big vacation, but Mama needed a Pina Colada in a warm climate and we all generally needed a "break." (Break defined as caring for the crazies in a tropical locale instead of right here where it seemed like the winter would never end.)  But, seriously, it was a perfect vacation of sun, sand, ocean, pool, great food, and non-stop family time.  Until the flights home where everyone sort of showed their ugly side.  Upon landing at Logan, Patrick said, "Not only are we never taking a vacation again...WE ARE NEVER LEAVING ARLINGTON AGAIN."  Yeah, the flights back were that bad.  But I've blocked all of that out now and just remember the amazing week we spent in paradise.

Hotel room matching PJ pic.

Heading to the beach.  Look at this crew.

Late night gelato.

While P and I may be guilty of emptying this box of its contents over
the course of our vacation, we did NOT put Frannie in the box.
She came up with this photo op on her own.

Love me some little ruffly butts.

Paradise.

Shortly after our trip to Aruba, we were fortunate enough to have a little mini-break to Chatham.  Patrick had a trip for work and we promised that as long as we could keep a low profile, we could tag along.  In true New England spirit, the girls and I sat on the beach and built sandcastles in the chilly weather and strolled Chatham's quaint Main Street.

After our two trips we entered sort of the final stretch of the school year.  Emmie had several field trips, and Rosie even got to visit Sunshine Nursery School in preparation of being a pre-K student there next year!  My goodness, how can that be?

All ready for her pre-K visit day.

And, of course, the end of the school year also brings the end of dance class.  Emmie and Rosie were both in this years performance, making for twice the sequins, twice the lipstick, and twice the adorableness.  Emmie, being the seasoned performer she is loved every minute of it.  It being Rosie's first time on the big stage, she danced perfectly but spent a fair amount of time looking for me in the audience.  Even now when she talks about it she says, "Mama, I couldn't see you in the dark behind all of those heads!"  But everyone did a great job and had a good time.

And in between all of this fun going on, there's just regular daily life.  School, medical appointments, and of course the little issue of getting Frannie to become more and more attached to our family.  She is getting happier with each passing day, but she is definitely a tougher nut to crack than her sisters were.  At first Patrick boldly predicted that Frannie would really be loving us by the Fourth of July.  Now he's pushed that forward to Labor Day.  But she's comfortable in our home and overall quite happy, which is all we could ever ask for.