Lately I've taken to wearing a special mumu on Sundays. (I hope that is the proper spelling of mumu. If it's not, I know I can count on some of my dear readership to help me out. Thank you.) It all started when Somebody spit up on my Sunday housecoat--I don't want to mention any names or embarrass anybody, but that Somebody who spit up on my Sunday housecoat (you know, the one with the mother-of-pearl snaps) looked an awful lot like this (notice the tell-tell signs of spit-up on his attire):
Anyway, with my Sunday housecoat no longer an option, I got out my mumu. My grandma gave it to me shortly after Lili's birth. I stayed with her in Salt Lake while Lili stayed in the hospital for 13 weeks. The mumu wasn't new with me, but it still looks great. Since Lili and I got out hair cut this week (while my sister-in-law, Jennifer, kindly kept the boys), I thought you'd like to see a picture of the two of us in our shortened hair and I thought the mumu deserved a little press:
Ammon was very impressed with his first exposure to the mumu. When I came out of my room in it, he said, "Wow, Mom! Shirt!" Shirt is his word for any article of clothing. Since he loves the mumu so much, I think I'll wear it when he's a teenager and brings his football team (he seems the most built for football of my boys) home for pizza. I hope he'll still say, "Wow, Mom!"
Now, to the matching t-shirts. I always thought it would be fun to have more than one girl and dress them in matching dresses. My two sisters and I had a lot of matching dresses--I know because as the youngest I wore those dresses year after year after year. The dresses grew with me. Since we couldn't do matching dresses, we decided to do matching striped t-shirts for all five of our little pumpkins:
They really love doing these head shots, as you can tell. Happy Sunday! May you rest from your labors in a mumu.