Sometimes people say to me “Four boys?! What’s that like?”
I can’t quite put it into words…
But today I got it. Basically it’s like this:
So far I’ve found 62 socks and a match ain’t one. (But I do have a great matching game for my 2 year old.)
This is a jarring start to my year of domesticity.
Happy Sunday everyone.
My. Life!
Right? No words needed.
Hahaha! Nope!
Oh god. I buy the boys the same size sock now (not an option for you, I know) … and we think the mismatched look is the way to go. Lucky them if they happen on an actual pair!
I got a way with that for Max and Hudson for a little while but now all their sizes are different I also had this idea that I was going to get all the same color socks so they would always match. Clearly that went awry somewhere.