Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label motherhood. Show all posts

Sunday, April 14, 2013

What I Wore Sunday: Theorized Outfit

by Shannon


Posting late again this week. Just got back from Lexington where we met Ryan's family. His mother had her ___th birthday today — congrats, Bertie! Next week, I will again post late because my bestie and I are seeing Mandy Patinkin sing — AAAAHHHHHDKAOJJHHHH!! Yes, I know what I'm wearing. Duh. I've known for weeks.

And here's what I wore today:

Wonky feet.

I've theorized this outfit before, and this is the first I've worn it together. You've seen everything but the jacket (I think).

Deets:
Cameo earrings: vintage, gift
Flower pendant: vintage, gift
Denim jacket: Riders, consignment shop in town (cropped on a normal-sized woman, but fits on me)
Gold lacy dress: Jessica Simpson, Macy's (bridesmaid dress from my sister's wedding)
Gold-studded belt: Target
Tortoiseshell watch: Fossil
Kicky boots: Anne Klein, Zappos

Eh, I'll throw in some Cruncher from this weekend, since he's the real cute one 'round these parts, and I don't have anything funny to say:


Look at that boy. Pure joy and my inspiration. I was a horrible, horrible mother this weekend. Probably this whole week. No, really, I was. When I'm sick, I lack patience with everyone around me. I'm on the tail end of The Sinus Infection from Satan, just in time. Cruncher is in desperate need of a sane mama. He was on his worst behavior today, which is probably a 6 on a scale of 10 for any other boy his age. But for our Cruncher Muncher Buncher, that's a cry for help.

By the way, if you've read this far, if there are any Texas ladies in or around Houston, hit me up. I have a high school friend down there who is looking for a good Catholic community. Thanks!

Oh, and check in with Fine Linen and Purple for more Funday fashion.



Monday, March 18, 2013

Cruncher Chronicles: A Love Note

by Shannon


He disagrees with me. "Mama, I will cuddle with you forever."


He doesn't believe that, one day, he won't want me to hold him, even though I carried him inside of me. He won't want me to read him a story, even though I use awesome accents. He won't want me to hold his hand, which has gone from holding one of my fingers to grasping my entire hand. He might even roll his eyes when I tell him he's a hard worker, creative thinker and a smart boy, and Daddy and I love him sooo much.

So, for now, shhhhh...


We'll cuddle-pray when Daddy's not home.


Because it won't always be like this.