Today Jesi had an appointment at Primary Children's. I had to bring Sophi with, and she was being very distracting during the visit. Luckily, the physician was enamoured with her and not bothered at all. At one point, she gave her a roll of stickers to play with . Sophi peeled them off one by one and put them on my shirt. I wasn't really paying attention to the whole thing-- just happy that she was finally being quiet while I was visiting with the physician. By the end, I had at least fifteen brightly colored stickers on my shirt. All along the top part of my chest, if you get my drift.
I totally didn't even think about the fact that I had all those stickers on my shirt, and proceeded to run errands the rest of the day. Don't ask me how I didn't notice them. I chatted with the guys at the Smith's checkstand, ran kids here and there, visited with acquaintances, etc. All without a coat or jacket on. It wasn't until I went to pick up Lexi and Xander from "sports camp" (an adaptive camp for kids with special needs) that I realized people were staring at my shirt.
I love being a mother. (: