So many times I have stories about the kids that I want to share with you. This morning, I just had to take the time to type it out, because this was the type of hectic morning where everything takes twice the time, you end up making TWO trips to school, you forget your lunch, and in the midst of it was a scene that I don't ever want to forget.
And that scene involves James wearing denim hot pants. Or, at least, what seemed to be so.
At 5:43 this morning, I hear Henry singing in his room. It's a great sound, to hear a cheery baby though the monitor. But not before 6am. Before 6am I just want to curse and lay in bed instead of forcing my limbs to propel my body toward the shower.
After readying myself for the day, I step out of the bedroom to find that James has already dressed himself. He's pretty good at it- picks out his clothes himself and goes downstairs to eat cereal and a Gogurt. And while his clothes rarely match, I just let it go and he wears what he wants. Today is his school's field day, so not only is he to bring extra clothes, but he also is to wear loose, comfortable shorts and t-shirt. Instead, he is wearing painted-on denim hot pants. What evil elf came into his room this morning to paint on said shorts is not to be found. He escaped unscathed from this mother's wrath.
"James, what are you wearing?"
"I got dressed!"
"Come here please. Why aren't your pants buttoned?" Silly me. It's because they are so tight they don't even fit, showing the whole front of his underwear. Was he really planning on wearing these out the door today? So, SO many questions swirl around in my head. But instead, I just start laughing.
"Mama, are you crying?"
"Yep, James, I nearly am."
Turns out, nearly-seven-year-old-James is wearing his brother's size 24 MONTH JEANS. Somehow, James though it was plausible that these were his shorts, and somehow wedged himself into them with the fervor that only a 6 year old can display.
We then spent the next moment nearly literally "laughing our pants off" as I tried to remove the "shorts" from his body. Damn, I love that kid.