Note to Self...

Teach boys how to compliment girls.

As I was trying on dresses for a wedding on Saturday and again for our anniversary dinner last night, Jack kept insisting that I put on pants. Either a) my legs haven't seen the sun all winter & need to be covered up b) Jack's more of a pants guy or c) I don't wear skirts or dresses enough for him to realize they're actual articles of clothing.

When I came downstairs for my date with Nick last night, Jack said, "Mom- your hair got crazy." Different than I always wear it, yes? A little funky? Maybe. Crazy? Not exactly the look I was going for. Luckily, our awesome babysitter told him he should tell me I look pretty.

There is a disclaimer... A few weeks ago, we were getting ready to take the boys swimming & I had on sweats, with my hair in a ponytail. Jack then told me I looked beautiful. Maybe he's just a low-maintenance kind of fella.