So, yesterday was one of those days. I decided to try and teach this little princess how to start picking up after herself. We had been playing in the floor with some rubber bands and when we finished I thought it would be a great opportunity for her to clean up. Easy right? Put the bands in the baggie. Should take mere minutes, if not seconds...not for this child. After 2 hours of standing firm that she was going to be the one to pick them up...we were still waiting...
Shoo, we made it. She finally had picked them all up. I took the pic above right after she finished...looks exasperated doesn't she? Too funny. Notice lunch on her ballet dress? Then, she was quiet in her room for just a few minutes....I should have known...
We had ourselves another mess....Round #2 ding, ding, ding!
Ok...so, why do stores carry bathing suits for newborns? Seriously, why? I can tell you why...because idiots like me will buy them just to get a matching picture of her little bits! Sorry, Charlotte. One day you will hate me because of the pictures I took of you in this thing. Cute on the hanger. Not so cute on a 7 pounder. Poor thing, looked like a little ole man in a tiny (but very cute) bathing suit!
Nana and Papaw with their girls
Grandma B, Gator, M and my brood
Softa and Pop with our sweets!