Zooey has a lot of outfits. Not just clothes, but outfits that come in a set. It’s nice, because when I pick out a shirt, I know there are pants or a skirt that matches it.


Or do I? Did this striped skirt go with it? Or the pants with bows Or is this shirt even part of a set? I don’t remember.

This is annoying, both to me & my naked toddler. I don’t know, maybe some people remember outfits better, our don’t care if the set gets broken up, but that doesn’t work for me. What does work for me is this:

When I get an outfit, I mark all the pieces of it with the same letter. Top “A” goes with pants “A” and so on. It also helps my husband know what matches, since girl’s clothes aren’t really his thing.

This will be even better when it comes time to reuse, gift or donate the clothes. On that future day I sure as heck will not remember which ones were supposed to go together. Sadly, I did not think if this little hack until we got to the 9 months size, so future me is screwed for newborn sizes. Sorry future me!



Zooey will no longer wear hair accessories. Hair ties, barrettes, clips, headbands: all are immediately removed, no matter how much trouble i went through to get the darn things in her hair (one-year-old are fast y’all!).

And her hair was too long, and always in her eyes, and I wouldn’t be a good mom if that didn’t drive me crazy (There’s some kind of rule. Moms always want your hair out of your face.)
So we got it cut. And she was a total champ, possibly because the haircut place had Doc McStuffins on demand.

I also got a haircut, but hers is cuter.

the golden shoes

Earlier in the year my mom bought Zooey some adorable gold jelly sandals. I liked them because they were easier to get on and off than sneakers, and they just seemed nicer for summer. Sneakers suck in summer. Especially if you’re one and don’t like shoes to begin with.

The problem was, she figured out how to unsnap them and get them off. Or, at least one of them. We were shopping at Target a few weeks ago, and I looked down to see one shoe, and one bare foot. I retraced our path through the store, through housewares and makeup and the aisle with exercise stuff (but not the running armband that fits my droid, dammit) all the way back to the dollar spot. Nothing. Then I retraced my steps forward again. Nothing. Before I left, I even asked at the customer service counter, but they did not have the shoe.  I was kind of sad.

The next time I was at Target, a few days later, I asked again at the desk before I headed out. I figured maybe someone found it at night when they were cleaning up or something. Sure enough, the girl came back to the counter with a little sandal. Yay! I thanked her, and took the shoe, and as soon as I grabbed it, something seemed wrong. I couldn’t put my finger on it, but I didn’t think it was the right shoe.

When I got home, I took a closer look. It was the right color, the right brand, the right size. I grabbed the other shoe to complete the set.

They even made a left and right pair, but they were NOT the same shoe.

Somewhere in my town, there is another little girl who lost her gold jelly sandal at Target some time in between when Zooey lost hers, and when I went back to ask about the shoe. When that little girl’s mom went to the counter to ask about the lost and found, they had a size 12-18 months Old Navy gold jelly sandal just waiting there to be picked up. And that little girl is probably running around in mismatched sandals, too. I mean, why waste a perfectly good pair of shoes just because they’re, you know, not actually a pair?