When Jackson was little, he was always dressed to the nines. He had more pairs of shoes than me as an infant. Why do infants need shoes, anyway. I will say, little baby feet are the cutest and even more adorable in little shoes. I had to have the cute diaper bag. His stroller fit the plaid Graco trend that was hot in the mid-2000s. It mattered. I don't know why, but it did. By the third kid, not so much. The younger boys had their country fair the other day. I asked them if they wanted to dress in western wear. Here is how the conversation went... Me: Boys, do you want to wear cowboy clothes for your country fair? Boys: What does that mean? Me: A button up plaid shirt and jeans. Boys: (with a look of disdain) Ummm...no. That's okay. My boys don't do button up shirts. Jeans? You would think I asked them to wear pants made of needles so those are out, too. They would rather where athletic shorts and flip flops; the youngest in a long sleeved shirt to top off the f...
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