…who knew they’d be such a challenge.
Keegan could care less what he wore.
Josie is a different story entirely.
Black shirt, black skirt, leopard print leggings and keds. Hot iron the hair. Lipstick and a little blush.
Sounds simple. Except it’s peppered with tears, melt-downs and a few items flying across the room.
By the time they get out the door, I’m barely dressed myself.
I always said there’s room for only one diva in my home. This is just my reminder.
March 5th, 2008 at 9:46 am
You should write a book about that girl. She’s so cra-cee.
March 5th, 2008 at 10:05 am
Blessed with boys, I am sure at some point they will have me pulling out my hair but so far pretty easy
March 5th, 2008 at 11:04 am
You have got to love girls. I lost Diva status about the time Hope hit 10. What a great replacement she has been too.
March 5th, 2008 at 2:50 pm
what do you call male divas…cause I have 2. One who cares like he is famous what he wears the other wants to wear the same thing daily and if I have to wash them…it is a major meltdown. Who said boys are easy, come to my house and watch my kids for an hour you will change your mind!! (but i do love them like crazy and wouldn’t change them for the world)
March 5th, 2008 at 6:30 pm
One diva. And it’s not you. =)
I just let Reese wear whatever anymore. Not worth he hassle and she does seem to have a keen sense of style. Color coordination on the other hand…