Sunday mornings are chaotic at best. With Scott at church early attending to his Bishoply duties, and me being a "not at all morning person", I find it hard to get out of bed early enough to get the children and myself fed and dressed, the church bag packed and literally wrangle the children into the car with enough time left over to breath. This morning was no exception, except that Scott was home to deal with Rex's major temper tantrum that lasted at least 30 minutes...probably longer. So, in order to get it all done, it is necessary to pass some responsibilities on to the children. One thing in their jurisdiction is dressing themselves. This morning, this is what they proudly donned. 
Felix is wearing a V-neck sweater with a neck tie. He didn't think it necessary to wear a collared shirt. For Felix, a necktie is a matter of function, not formality. It gives him something to play with during church...i.e. roll it up around his finger and pretend it's a gun. He is wearing his Chuck Taylors because his church shoes "mysteriously" disappeared. (The photo at the top is another '"fashion forward" Sunday look of his.) Rex is wearing his favorite (so he calls it today) sweater with a plunging neck line. He refused to zip it up. He is also wearing his Batman socks.
Daphne looks cute now, but it didn't take long before her white sweater was covered in purple puke, so that had to be removed at church. She did have ruffled socks on, but those didn't last long either.
And I don't know why I bother to wear black...I was covered in muck before we even left the house.
I guess what's important is that we made it to church. Regardless of how hard it is to get there or even with the circus act that ensues while we're there, at least we go. It would be so easy to stay home in our jammies and watch TV all day, but who said life was supposed to be easy? Plus, if we did that, we'd never get a picture like the one above.
