Confessions of a Mom Freaking Out Over Easter Coordination

I'm a pretty laid back mom. Not much gets me uptight. But I have to make a confession. For years now, I've been a freak about my children's Easter outfits. F-R-E-A-K. Unless you have more than one child, or unless you are not a freak, you probably will not understand the sentiments expressed in this post. You may stop reading now.

Last year, I waited too late (shocker), and the dresses I wanted for the girls were SOLD OUT at GAP. And the panic set in. I got on the GAP website every single day, sometimes 15+ times a day, waiting until someone somewhere returned their size 5s so I could snatch them up. I lost weight. I couldn't eat. I became dehydrated. (Ok, not really, but still... it was serious.) And then finally... one night before I went to bed... HALLELUJAH!!! Two size 5s became available to buy online. I never pulled out a debit card so fast in my life. They were MINE. ALL MINE. And then... I remembered. JEB! His outfit MUST BE COORDINATED with the girls. I shopped and shopped exhaustively and finally settled on a nice white shirt and baby blue shorts. And all of a sudden, just like that, all was well with the world, and I could breath again.

Now, is that not the most ridiculous story you have ever heard? ME, TOO!! So, this year, I decided... I shall not freak out over the coordination of my children's Easter outfits. In fact, I left for Brazil thinking they might not be coordinated at all. But then, early this week, the pressure was too much. I began to scurry... and panic. But just a little. I decided I would LOOK, but if I couldn't find anything, I could live with it.

With Gigi's help (thanks, Gigi), I came up with two dresses for the girls--one denim colored and one orange/red. I found some denim tights to go with the red one and am searching for some orangey colored ones to go with the denim dress. Now here is my FAVORITE part of the story. I was looking high and low for a shirt for Jeb to match up with their outfits and was having NO luck at all. Then on Monday, I was pushing him through Target when he says, "Doggy!" I look up, and several feet away is a shirt, the only one of its kind on a rack... the EXACT color I was looking for. I thought, 'No WAY that's a 3T.' But it was. Oh yes. It was. I almost cried. Seriously. And then... I saw the price tag.

Heaven's angels began to sing. Granted it isn't a dressy shirt, but I've already paired it with a tie and button-up underneath. He'll be stylin', don't you worry.

So, as far as freaking out over their outfits this year, I give myself a B, maybe B+. It could have been worse. I'm still looking for those tights, but as of yet, I haven't panicked. So, here they are.... Can't wait to show you pictures of them actually in them.

I truly hope I'm not the only mom who does this at Easter. I'm just going to believe that I'm not. Please don't shatter my illusion.