What I Wore Sunday #7

What I Wore Sunday. Real quick! Linking up with FL&P for inspiration on what to wear to Mass on Sundays.
My pink pants.
They’re pink.
They’re my pants.
Pink. Pants.
They go with me to Mass almost every Sunday.

I had a little trouble photographing today.
A.) We went to evening Mass in a neighboring town and to keep it really real, I always take pics of my outfit after Mass. It’s like I don’t earn photo privileges until after I’ve gotten the work done. Though now that I think about it, I’m always slightly sweaty and disheveled after Mass with my children, so it’d be smarter to photograph before the chaos. But I like I torture myself, apparently.

B.) Collin discovered that he might like eating gravel. But you can’t knock it til you try it. And Mom kept knocking it out of his grabby little paws before he could.

So I began with baby on hip. But I beheaded and “defeeted” myself, which is really fine.  But not what I wanted. Collin was insistent on checking out the rocks and kept lurching toward the ground.