The Boy in the Green Pajamas

This story actually began on Tuesday.

Or Monday.

Or last year.

But mostly on Tuesday.

You see, on Tuesday, Justin and I had some interviews at the Stake Center. When I went to get dressed, I found an empty closet. (All my clothes were in the laundry basket downstairs. I'd put them there after pulling them out of the dryer, and was allowing them to fester in wrinkles for fun and sport.) Anyway, I ended up wearing: opaque black tights (my other nylons had a run in them), a black skirt, and a grey and purple sweater. Styling, I tell you what. Over the top, I wore my blue coat in an effort to cover it all up.

By the way, this is one of the few times this week that it has not been Winter in Orem. So, I was hot.

Sitting at the Stake Center, I was told that they needed to take a picture of my family.

While Justin, E, and GQ were dressed normally, M and I were not. She was sporting some "leggings" under her dress. These were sparkly white with lace on the edges and had been stolen from the dress-up box. (They are supposed to be princess gloves - though they have no hands.. myself I've never understood that).

By the time I was interviewed, I was so flustered (GQ had needed his diaper changed, and had left with Justin, and I was being interviewed with E and M in tow) that I couldn't stop blinking. This made it seem as though I answered every question with a full-out lie. And, that I was a horrible liar.

Great.

So, on Wednesday when it was time to get ready for a family wedding I was in the mood not to look like an idiot.

The best laid plans of mice and men....

First, I gave the girls a bath. Then, I dressed them in regular clothes and packed their dresses. Since it was nice and sunny outside, I picked two of their summer dresses. We were going to Grandma's first, so I didn't want them to get dirty.

Oh, I was planning ahead.

GQ, on the other hand, does not play outside, so I dressed him in his semi-nice overalls and a collared shirt. I even "did" his hair. Done. Check. Double Check.

Then, I got dressed. I actually did my hair. I actually picked something cute. I actually shaved my legs. Wow.

Then, we went to Salt Lake and visited.

Grandma had bought a new high-chair for GQ, so we put him in the eat and fed him. In true infant fashion, he used the moment to complete some of his own business. So, after a while, I took him out to change his diaper.

But first, in an effort to save my mom some vacuuming time, I held him and shook him over the garbage can.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Yes, this is important.

Then, I discovered poop running down his leg.

On his clothes.

On his shoes.

And then, I noticed it on my dress and leggings too.

Up. Down. Up. Down.

Just where I'd shook him.

This, of course, meant that the only two individuals without a change of clothes, were now covered in poop.

Lovely.

It was about an hour until we should leave for the wedding, and I was an hour away from my house.

So, GQ was cleaned and smartly dressed in:

his green froggy pajamas.

And I got to check out Olivia's closet, which is actually much more exciting than mine.

I think my favorite part was how no one at the party dared to ask why I had brought GQ in green froggy pajamas.

Or why my shirt had pink pom poms on the front.