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I became obsessed with finding the perfect pair of white skinny jeans to wear with it. I scoured the internet looking for the perfect pair, all the while planning many summer outfits styled around my new white skinnies. I found a designer pair on Hautelook for half the price (seriously, sign up for this site if you like fancy things at a fraction of the cost) and couldn't wait to wear them everywhere.
These are my kids. They are sweet, little angels, but don't be fooled. They are stain magnets. If it stains, they find it. And make sure it's all over their clothes, my clothes, and everyone else's clothes. Sweet, little stain magnet angels and white pants don't mix.
I did not think about any of this before purchasing my discounted designer jeans. All I could think about was how cool I was gonna look in my summery outfits. I've had my jeans for 2 months now. Do you know how many times I've worn them? 3. They have been in the laundry room soaking in Oxyclean and bleach and other stain removing concoctions the majority of the 60 days I've owned them. Buying white jeans with a toddler and a baby was not a good idea.
Know what else is not a good idea? Buying white jeans for a toddler and a baby to wear themselves. My mom sent a package a few weeks ago with 2 itty bitty pairs of white skinnies for my girls. Just like when my jeans arrived, I couldn't wait to put them on them. The first time Beatrice wore hers, we went to the park. The second I let her out of the car, she bucked around on her knees like a bronco and scooted around the grass on her bottom. Her jeans were destroyed. They sat in a bleach solution for a good week before I got all of those stains out. I didn't even bother putting Penelope in hers.
Today, with the end of white pant season upon us, I broke out all the white jeans in the house. All 3 of us wore our skinnies to meet JD for lunch. I made sure no one touched me the entire day. I fed Beatrice her lunch so she wouldn't mess up her hands and wipe them on her pants. There was a close call when Penelope pooped, but miraculously we made it a whole day (plus an outing) without staining our white pants.
Oh, and ask me how often I've worn the top I bought that started this whole white pants obsession? Twice. Because it's silk and silk is not that good of an idea with a baby and toddler either.