Summer Uniforms

This outfit actually makes sense if you've ever been to Wichita in the summertime:

 

And it's a good thing, because the swim trunk/rain boot combo has become Roman's default daywear.

Yep, we're dorks for summer and, by the looks of our hot weather uniforms, pretty dorky in summer as well.

Our other summer looks include the boys' hilarious swimteam jammers, built for speed in the pool, even if my kids are not. Also, pretty funny since they're baggy on the boys' twig legs: 

(Yes, speed is a work in progress. Sweet Roman, excited as he is, backstrokes in an incredibly slow - but perfect! - circle.)

Most nights, we have their charming T-ball and baseball uniforms, which appear to only come in XXL.

And Roman randomly dons goggles for no reason whatsoever, like Kenny Fisher in Can't Hardly Wait.

As for me, I'm usually blurring the lines between swimsuit cover-up and day wear (hey, add a necklace and it's evening wear!), or modeling what I'll call "T-ball chic." But most days, you'll find me in some version of this uniform, built for protection against further sun damage. Not great, though, for keeping an eye on the swimming kids.

Zebras & Dinos & Guinea Pigs...Oh My

I'm pretty sure that every good closet clean-out should include the following:

• Honest friends
• This question: "Did you used to be an elderly Hispanic woman?"
• This statement: "Yes, absolutely keep this for your next Partridge Family bus tour." 
• This game of hide-and-seek, in which I try on my dear friend's zebra pants (very chic for her clubbing days a dozen years ago) and camouflage myself on her husband's African rug/carcass:

And so begins our summer of ridiculousness and roaring laughter. And (some) extinct animals.

Just this week, we met the dinos at Exploration Place, which I highly recommend...

...had children transformed into ferocious puppies...

...and took on foster care of Flip Flop, Roman's pre-school Guinea Pig, who is (surprisingly) a total pleasure and will be with us for a chunk of the summer.

 

What's crazy is that Flip Flop is is doing the fostering...the boys have a mutual love for this over-sized furry potato, which has translated into sudden brotherly affection. It's also sparked a flurry of questions from Roman, including:

• "Can we cut his hair?" (No)
• "Is that poop on the floor?" (Yes)
• "Will you clip his nails?" (Maybe)
• "Does Flip Flop's penis mean he doesn't have a buh-china?" (That's vagina, and yes, we suspect he has the former.)