what I wore sunday / Joe-vin and Hobbes

Linking up today with the FLAP ladies for my hastily-chosen morning ensemble. Wearing a black sweater to Mass always seems like a good idea, until I glance down at the opening prayer and see the dried syrup smears and waffle crumbs stuck to my left sleeve. AAAAM-BEEEE.

Sweater: Nordstrom Rack
Boots: Kohl's
Hair: Not washed this morning and frizz-tastic
Necklace: BaubleBar

Sundays always seem to bite me by 11 a.m. We manage to get everyone up, fed and ready for 9 a.m. Mass, but then we're home way before nap time with two cranky kids who just ate donuts. When I proposed a trip to places various and sundry in search of a new rug for the boys' room, Joseph replied that he wanted Hobbes to accompany him in the car. Sure, buddy.

My parents gave Hobbes to Amby for Christmas, since I told them Amby's less interested in trains and machines and more about animals, tigers specifically, and anything that's larger than him. He's shown some interest in him, but it's Joseph who's love and affection for Hobbes runs pretty deep.

I have to say: I don't mind checking my rear view mirror and seeing my three boys.

At least he doesn't need a booster.