Anyway, one of our latest adventures involved Ryan and a wardrobe malfunction. Ryan has to take medicine every day which I sprinkle into pudding or baby food (he loves eating Killian's baby food). On this particular day, we were away from Ryan's home and were between camp and his occupational therapy session. I decided to give him his lunch at a central location (which happened to be Janae's house- where I am currently housesitting). Ryan begged to have baby food with his medicine, so I gave him a tiny plastic tub of pureed peaches. He was doing well feeding himself for a few minutes....and then I heard "uh-ohh". This is NEVER a good utterance. It always implies that I am going to be a) annoyed, b) on my knees scrubbing something out of the carpet, c) swearing to myself to never let this happen again. I braced myself to face the reason for the "uh-oh" and found a pureed peach-covered Ryan. It was all over his shirt. I was grateful that it wasn't all over anything else, but I quickly realized that I had nothing to change Ryan into. If you don't have the pleasure of being in contact with peach baby food, let me tell you - the stuff STINKS! I don't know why. Regular peaches smell yummy. Peach-scented things smell delightful. Peach baby food - awful. I knew I didn't have time to wash his shirt, and I knew he couldn't walk around smelling like that. I had to come up with something fast. I had a few shirts at the house, so I tried about 4 of them on Ryan hoping that one would be ok enough to last him through his OT session. No luck- my shirts were v-necks and always left at least one of his bare shoulders exposed. I knew Killian's clothes were all way too small for Ryan (Ryan is a very big 4 year-old). My eyes fixated on my last hope: one of Jay's wifebeaters was draped on he arm of the chouch. (For those of you who are unfamiliar with this term- a wifebeater is a white tanktop undershirt made by manufacturers such as Hanes and Fruit of the Loom. Wifebeaters serve as the main ingredient in white trash wardrobe and are worn as an outershirt, often paired with a half-empty bottle of Jack Daniels). I quickly MacGyvered the large-sized wifebeater into a presentable 4 year-old tank top using 2 hair clips to pull the "sleeves" onto Ryan's shoulders, and tucked the 2 feet of excess fabric into his shorts. I'm not going to lie- I was pretty pleased with myself after viewing the resulting look. Ryan looked kind of old-fashioned, like he was going to take a dip in the ol' swimmin' hole. Ryan was also pleased with his fashion statement. He strutted around with his belly sticking out and played with the straps of the top for the entire 2 hours in which he adorned it. I was a little embarassed when we arrived for the OT session, but his therapist got a good laugh out of it.
I had to practically beg Ryan to change his shirt when we got home, but not until after this little photo shoot:
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you could go into fashion design. I have been watching project runway and this looks better than a lot of that stuff
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