I understand I'm updating my background to Happy Easter a week after the holiday but I can't help it because I love the design! So please ignore "Happy Easter" and just enjoy the purdy colors.
I had every intention of blogging about Baby Animal Day today but forgot to take my camera. I was a little distracted with the news of David's motorcycle accident as I was walking out the door so everyone can thank David for this boring post!
Baby Animal Day was fun although colder than I expected. While there I got to see kids, kids, more kids and some baby animals. Observing farm animals in their natural habitat was almost as interesting as watching the inter workings of young, hip, Mormon families. Before Saturday I was unaware you could buy Ugg's in child sizes or that they were appropriate attire for a romp in the digested hay. Apparently children are a style extension of their parents and when mom is unusually thin and up on all the hair, bag, and clothing trends you get one stylish five-year-old. I found myself in a living Ralph Lauren ad.
[Adorable child holds baby chic while modelesque parents observe]
[Mother and daughter hold hands while father totes son on shoulders--all deliriously happy]
[Random (childless) twenty-something stands with confused look in last season's shoes]
I guess I always assumed when you reached the upper echelons of adulthood by baring kiddies you were no longer subject to such superficiality. Isn't parenthood all about getting your child into the best schools not the best shoes? I imagine the pressure for Junior to be scholastically superior is still there he just now has to do it in a pair of overpriced True Religion jeans.
Never mind the pressure placed on mothers themselves--barefoot and pregnant now requires a pedicure--they're also expected to dress the entire family to the nines. I barely have time to dress myself. These observations make me fear motherhood more than that video in high school. I lucked out with Adam being hygiene and fashion conscience but babies come out naked and covered in goop!
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Your post made me laugh and than agree quite enthusiastically. I've never been so terrified of motherhood after witnessing the standard mothers set. And its not only Mormon mommies, the mommies down here will dress their children in the newest fashion while they themselves look like they've just walked out of a fashion magazine. I say let your kids be kids and stop trying to make them something they're not. Like me, I'll be dressing my kids in the latest hand-me-downs and they won't know what Uggs are until...well, I don't even know what Uggs are, so there!!
So are you saying you kids were blessed to have the most unfashionable mom on the planet - a mom who would welcome mom-uniforms to relieve her of one more decision to make?
According to Aric, our kids are going to have a problem wearing clothes. He lives by the motto: Clothing Optional. Just like the saying goes: No shoes, No shirt, No problem!! Remember, in the garden Satan told us to grab those fig leaves and hide. Needless to say, without him, we'd still be naked.
I have realized much of life today is the marketing of one's self; we all seek a carefully crafted -- but ultimately fallacious -- image (think Tiger Woods, Oprah). I am always relieved when I see someone who doesn't look like a fashionista, whose kids have dirty feet, whose house sports "refurbished" furniture, and who would rather read a good book than watch American Idol. I just think, "Oh good, a real person."
So funny. But I have to say I care much more about how my kids look than how I look. And you better believe they will not wear Wal-mart clothes, but I probably would.
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