So life got busy and the poor blog got the boot for awhile, but I vow to bring it it back and show it some love. To start it off again, I thought I would reintroduce one of the very first posts to set the mood. Enjoy and check back for more updates to come more often. Promise?
I remember making many a statement that started with these four words and hearing my parents laugh. I never really understood why they found it humorous as I thought I was a strong, determined person. Surely I could stick to my own rules. Well, one such statement was “My little girl will not wear big bows.” Hanging head in shame, I introduce exhibit 1.
Yep. That is the back of my oldest daughter’s bathroom door. I failed miserably at my own pledge of protection from the perils of bows. The first day she came home from the in-laws with a ponytail and a big bow, I crumbled. She looked so cute. There began the end. I have continued to break my rules.
When expecting Moms come in the store now and talk about what their child will never do, the rest of us Mango Moms giggle, jot it down and remind them of it when we see them break it.
In honor of the failure to keep my promise, I will be there first to introduce:
My name is Autumn and my kid wears bows.
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