So, I went to a scrapbook convention with a couple friends over the weekend. I was freaking out a little bit about leaving, but Joel assured me he had everything under control even though it was one of his busiest weekends of the school year. True to his word, he managed to set up babysitting (a very elaborate schedule, I must add) and I didn't need to worry about a thing.
I met him on campus on Saturday night a little after 7:00. He was going to drop the kids off to me so I could take them out to dinner while he went to observe opera auditions. I was really excited to see my girls (and Joel, too) and have some fun together eating at Wendy's.
Bria ran out of the car to give me a hug and this is what she was wearing...a swimsuit with black stretch pants pulled over it, a purple jingle bell necklace, 2 baby headbands in her hair (you know, the lacy kind...), another beaded necklace functioning as a hairband, and lavendar flip-flops. Chloe was a little better, wearing her favorite Dora t-shirt coupled with pink courderoy pants that are size 12-18 months, so they looked more like capris, and the Elmo shoes that her cousin Timothy gave her, which aren't so bad except they are way too big. I could see that Joel had made a noble effort to put her hair in a hair band, which is important because her hair was not made to be worn without anything keeping it in check.
I was duly impressed (really!) at all Joel was able to accomplish this weekend....but there is at least one thing children need their mother for, and that is dressing them. I wasn't sure how I could still keep my pride and take them out in public, but I did it anyway. Joel can consider it my thanks for allowing me to leave for the weekend.