Monday, July 6, 2009


In my 3+ years as a mom, I've developed a love-hate relationship with bibs. Being a bit of a clean freak, I love that they kept, and now keep, me from having to change Ivie and Macie's outfits 47 times per day. But I hate the pressure of having to find a bib in our stash that matches the outfit. Yes, of course, I KNOW that bibs don't technically have to match the clothes. But there's something deep down inside of me that punches me (HARD!) in the gut every time I pull out the orange outfit and, again, have to come to grips with the realization that I DON'T HAVE A BIB THAT MATCHES AN ORANGE OUTFIT.

That's why today is a big day. Today, with Macie just days away from turning 10-months old, I've made the very conscious decision to not put a bib on her for everyday living. Sure, we'll still use them when she's drinking her bottle/cup or pounding food in her high chair. But not when she's just hanging out around the house. And if that results in an occasional outfit change because she still, on occasion, decides to projectile spit after a nursing session, then so be it.

What a liberating feeling in the life of a Type A mommy.

1 comment:

Stacy W. said...

you match bibs....O-V-E-R the top. i love ya, but you are crazy!