I think I may have a problem.
You may already know that I love my matching pj's at Christmas.
I cannot help myself. I will keep this tradition up as long as I can get away with it.
Aren't the monster toes too adorable?
Well, apparently matching pj's is not enough.
I find myself unconsciously matching my little ones as I dress them in the morning. I usually don't realize it until we are out the door.
Sometimes they dress themselves and choose matching outfits.
Then, more often than not, I end up matching the baby. Matchy stripes!
Oh, then there was the piano recital where I played a duet with Mr. One. Totally didn't realize that we matched until someone pointed it out.
I was guilty of matching my husband as we got ready to go out on a date, on more than one occasion. Not on purpose. Pinky swear. Don't worry, one of us changed before going out totally matchy.