Hope for Baby Bennett: The fashion police

Monday, December 19, 2011

The fashion police

So, Sierra's always been known for her "unique" sense of style.

So, when Bodie came out with boy parts, I breathed a huge sigh of relief that the crazy (read: embarassing to mommy and daddy) dressing days were over. Clearly, I was delusional.

Now that he can and does pick out his own clothing, it is generally variations on the above outfit - 1 of his 3 monkey shirts, swim trunks (yes, swim trunks - EVERY.SINGLE.DAY), either a whistle or a beads around his neck and legwarmers (our general rule with the kids has always been that if you want to express yourself through clothing, that's totally fine as long as (1) you're not showing too much skin and (2) it's weather appropriate - so the end result is that we have a rather prolific use of Babylegs legwarmers in our household). His therapists tell me he's the most fashionable one at TWISPP. But I know - that's just a nice way of saying "wow, what a weirdo!" It's ok - we love him anyway. :-)

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Kathy KDecember 19, 2011 at 3:02 PM
u guys are lucky that you live in California :) I think Sierra is vrey fashionable and Bodie probably just wants to be just as fashionable as his sister.. lol.. Emily is just starting to rebel against what I want her to wear, so now we will see, but we live in Chicago, so the whole weather appropriate thing will be an issue in below zero temps.
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StefenieDecember 19, 2011 at 5:40 PM
HILARIOUS!!!
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The Chosen Mothers by Erma Bombeck

Most women become mothers by accident, some by choice, a few by social pressures, and a couple by habit. Did you ever wonder how mothers of children with life threatening illnesses are chosen?

Somehow, I visualize God hovering over Earth selecting His instruments for propagation with great care and deliberation. As He observes, He instructs His angels to make notes in a giant ledger. "Armstrong, Beth, son, patron saint Matthew. Forrest, Marjorie, daughter, patron saint Cecilia. Rutledge, Carrie, twins, patron saint Gerard."

Finally, He passes a name to an angel and says, "Give her a child with cancer." The angel is curious. "Why this one God? She's so happy." "Exactly" smiles God, "Could I give a child with cancer a mother who does not know laughter? That would be cruel."

"But, does she have patience?" asks the angel. "I don't want her to have too much patience or she will drown in a sea of self-pity and despair. Once the shock and resentment wears off, she will handle it." "I watched her today. She has that feeling of self and independence that is so rare and so necessary in a mother. You see, the child I'm going to give her has it's own world. She has to make it live in her world and that's not going to be easy."

"But, Lord, I don't think she believes in you." No matter, I can fix that. This one is perfect. She has just enough selfishness." The angel gasps -"Selfishness? is that a virtue?"

God nods. "If she can't separate herself from the child occasionally, she'll never survive. Yes, here is a woman whom I will bless with a child less than perfect. She doesn't realize it yet, but she is to be envied. She will never take anything her child does for granted. She will never consider a single step ordinary. I will permit her to see clearly the things I see...ignorance, cruelty, prejudice...and allow her to rise above them." She will never be alone. I will be at her side every minute of every day of her life, because she is doing My work as surely as if she is here by My side." "And what about her patron Saint?" asks the angel. His pen poised in mid-air. God smiles, "A mirror will suffice."