Our family made it to the 9:00 service at church this morning! Since Jack was born, we hadn't been able to get ready before the 11:00. But there were a few loose ends that a few keen eyes caught.
To save time, I tried a curly hairstyle that I didn't have to blow-dry. When we dropped off Owen at his class, my observant nephew grinned at me and said, "Aunt Joyce, your hair looks funny!" Jason and I immediately busted a gut. I wanted to hear it again, so I pretended I hadn't heard him and asked him what he had said. He repeated, "Your hair looks funny!"
My sense of humor won over my ego. "Why does it look funny?" I prompted.
"It's still WET!"
After the service, I picked up Helen and Jack from their class. Helen started playing with the new orange gingham skirt* I had just made for myself. She was intent on one little spot in the front, picking and poking away. I finally looked down from my conversation, and here was a tiny imperfection in the fabric that I hadn't noticed and couldn't have cared less about.
Then after lunch, I was sitting in the recliner feeding Jack. Owen climbed up beside me and started hitting my left chest. He concernedly suggested, "Jack needs to eat this one!"
I'm so glad to be surrounded by kids who help me keep it real.
* Fabric courtesy of Heather, pictures to follow.