There's a decisive chill in the air (to say nothing of snow on the ground), and I can't keep socks on these kids. A cursory compilation of two days' household detritus yielded 27 socks (!) and 2.5 barefoot boys. Yet whenever we're late going somewhere (i.e., whenever we're going somewhere), there's nary a sock to be found, much less a matching pair.
BabyGuy, like all babies, views socks as challenges and chew toys. Then too, Boy2 often wears 4 socks at once (two on his hands, for eczema purposes). And Boy1 sometimes changes his socks for no apparent reason at all. Still. This is ridiculous.
Catch me if you can!
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I can never understand why the COLD doesn't serve as some incentive for them to remain socked when I'm going around the house with two on each foot.
And I thought I was the only one with sock problems...
Just moments ago I socked (not to be confused with punched) my eldest and after taking two steps away somehow the socks were already laying on the opposite side of the room! I told him he would not be permitted to go outside now and, in seconds, they were magically back on (albeit crooked).
Oh, how I hate the sock war. Didn't I just buy these people new socks? Why can't they find a matching pair?
I gave up the battle long ago, much to my mom's horror. But I still find socks hither, thither, and yon, and the line in the laundry room remains full of single socks, awaiting their mates arrival.
It's kinda like a grand scavenger hunt, I guess...
haha, socks that don't match, for some reason that happens here. On Sunday, poor baby boy wore two unmatching socks to church because well, I just couldn't find the right pair to match socks and well, we would've been late to church.
Oh, yes Melissa, that's about when you realize it's not worth it, and who is actually going to notice that one of a boy's black socks is ribbed and the other is smooth? Or whether the girl's socks have the same lact trim at the top?
I was so relieved when I realized my crew is such a busy bunch, NO ONE is looking at their socks of all things.
Although I think it was a little more obvious the day my two oldest boys accidentally wore each other's pants to church. One was constantly pulling them up to keep them from falling off, the other had such floods, you could see the tops of his socks. I didn't realize it until after the service was over.
More hilarious than watching them was when I asked them each, "Son, do you notice anything strange about your pants today?" To which they each replied, "No, what? Is something wrong?"
ladies, they do NOT start being men when they grow up. They're born with it! ;)
Pam: LOL!
Just this afternoon, my oldest ran to change his pants after playing outside, and reappeared some time later, expressing his frustration at not being able to snap the clean pants. Well...actually, I'm amazed he had them on as far as he did: Picture an XL preschooler wearing his XS toddler brother's pants. They were like stretch capris, and the snaps weren't within 6 inches of actually meeting.
Even better was his vehement insistence on his point when I said, "Uh, I don't think those are your pants." Yup, born men...
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