Nudies

As many of you who have met my children know, they hate clothes. And I don't mean certain types of clothes, just any type of fabric that covers their body. It's inevitable to find one or both of my boys roaming the house and/or backyard naked as the day they were born at any point during the day, no matter what season it is. A raging blizzard could be blowing itself silly outside, and my Bubba Love would insist on going out to play. Naked. I do have a rule that a minimum of underwear be worn when going through my patio doors, but it is a rule my children insist on breaking. They also could care less who is visiting. They completely live by the "it's my house, I want to be comfortable" saying.

And, it's not like the clothing isn't provided for them. I LOVE to shop. Buying clothes for my boys is a treat for me. I surf the sale racks and clearance aisles and continually score some uber cute outfits at an awesome price, walking away proud of my victory in the war against overpriced mass produced fabric. And, there it sits. In the yard, on the floor, draped over chairs or stuffed in between the couch cushions.


Often, they are naked before they come out of their rooms in the morning. Now, I know that I put them in pajamas before gently tucking them in and kissing them good night. However, said pajamas are usually left on the floor, having been carelessly tossed at some point of the night. And out come my sleepy headed babies in nothing but a pair of underwear or a pull up. Before breakfast is finished, the undergarments are decorating some corner of the house. Usually the bathroom floor. After all, who needs underwear, right? The bathroom makes the most sense to leave it, apparently.


Diligently, I wash their faces, brush their teeth and dress them in my adorable finds of the season and send them off to play each morning. Guaranteed within an hour, at least one of them will be completely naked, more than likely both of them. And usually, in my backyard. *sigh*


I noticed tonight, as I was attempting, once again, to cover their squirming bodies with pajamas, that both of my boys have the funniest farmer's tans. Their entire bodies have tanned deeply over the summer (though I do liberally apply the sunscreen. They were just blessed with the awesome skin tone of their father), except for their butt cheeks. Perfect round circles of white surrounded by the deep richness of that summer glow. My theory is that their, ahem, parts get tanned in the sun while their little bottoms are parked in the sand box. Who knows? Whatever it is, they definitely have white moons back there. And, it made me giggle.


And so, to close this rambling post of nothingness, I am giving up. I have far too much laundry to do anyway and the kids just aren't appreciative of my hard work. So, no more clothes for them. I am starting a toddler nudist colony. Neighbors and guests be damned, they will have to suffer through the adorable blinding dimples of my baby's booty. It's not like he is going to cover them up anyway.