before i had kids, i swore i would always dress mine up to look like little gap ads. they would never be dirty or have boogery noses and they would take a bath every single day.

then i had kids.

when they were babies, they might have looked like gap ads every once in awhile. ok, on Christmas and Easter. otherwise, who wants to get those expensive clothes all goobered up? most of the time, my kids walk around looking like mini versions of their father. sweatpants, t-shirts, tennis shoes. not exactly a good thing. but the other day, i hit an all-time low.

i bought my kids these big honkin' boots with brown and green camo designs all over them.

you see, it's hunting season in south dakota. the first day my husband decided to take the boys out, he was all grumbly because they didn't have proper hunting attire. where are the boots? old, ripped up pants? nasty looking orange shirts? orange stocking hats? big sweatshirts with old pheasant blood dried up on them?

like i just have that stuff laying around.

so he took the boys out in old tennis shoes (which got trashed in the mud), too-big swishy pants (ditto) and man-sized orange vests (which he knotted up and tied around them). they looked like little orphans. and my motherly instincts kicked in. if my boys were going to be hunters, they were at least going to look cute.

hence the honkin' camo boots.

oh...my. what has become of me?