Dressing for Church

Somewhere around the time Timothy turned one, I started to get my feet under me and was able to make it out the door in time for Church on Sunday morning without too much stress. What made it all possible was Chad's help in getting the boys dressed. Our routine would go something like this; breakfast was fast and easy and while they were eating I would put out clothes for Chad to dress the boys. I would then take a shower and do my hair. After that I would get myself and Nora dressed and do her hair. So by the time 9:00 rolled around Chad would have the boys ready and I would have myself and Nora ready. This routine has worked well for a year now. The only glitches are that most of the time I do not get breakfast and sometimes Chad switches the boys clothes. That happened again yesterday.

They wear clothes only one size apart. There in lies the challenge.

*

Just in case you didn't see the difference.

*

While Chad was changing their clothes Nora came up to me wearing a nice formal black velvet and red dress. With bare legs and white shoes. Now I'm no fashion expert but I know you don't wear white shoes with a black and red dress. Nor do you got outside in February with snow on the ground in bare legs. So I helped her get on some black tights and told her to put on her black Church shoes. By this time the boys were done switching clothes and getting in the van. Nora could only find one black shoe. So, she and I tore her room apart trying to find it. I knew the shoes fit her tight and so I ran downstairs to see if I had some black shoes in the next size. Thankfully I did. We then went to rush out the door and she couldn't find her coat. By then I was pretty inpatient and told her she was going to Church without a coat thinking we would find it in the van. When we got to the van we didn't find her coat we found her friend Ella's coat. So, I assumed at that point Ella was wearing Nora's coat to church that morning and Nora was just going to have to wear Ellas.

When we arrive at Church we discover that Nathaniel put his shoes on the wrong feet. Nothing new, but at this point I'm thinking we are so bad a getting ourselves dressed that maybe we should just stay at home.

We split up and everyone goes to their Sunday School class. When that is done we meet back for the Church service where I discover that Nathaniel's pants are on backwards.

Oh, and the boys were still wearing the wrong shirts.