Thursday, April 1, 2010

My two year old dresses better than me

It is sunny with a projected high of 80 degrees today; I bet this is Chicago's idea of an April Fool's Day joke. The air conditioning is on in my offices, and people are walking around in shorts.

This means only one thing: turning my closet upside-down, looking for warm-weather clothes that still fit.  Oy. This is the cruelest time of year for clothes. Taking off the winter layers to reveal blinding-white, dry legs. Squeezing oneself into pastel-colored clothes to celebrate spring. I much prefer fall - taking one's healthier summer body and layering on rich autumn colors. But I digress.

So today, I'm wearing a Hanna Andersson dress that I bought last year, probably against my better judgment. I put a cardigan over it to make it look less mommy-like. Pantyhose complete the look because I'm still afraid to go bare legs. Jack, on the other hand, is wearing his super-cool, new Oscar the Grouch t-shirt paired with last season's Ralph Lauren khakis. (Is it wrong that I'm jealous that my almost-29-month-old can still fit his diapered-booty into 24-month-sized pants?) He's first on the list to get some new things this spring and summer because he's growing and growing. Mommy will just have to continue to window-shop at the new Anthropologie that went in across the street from my offices.

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