I put Alexis in a cute purple longsleeved onesie today. Jim took her to his grandma's and had some gifts for her, including some clothes. For whatever reason, Jim changed her out of the clothes I put her in and put on one of the shirts his grandma had bought her. I NEVER let Alexis wear a shirt without a onesie. She likes to lift her shirt and I hate seeing her bare belly and I absolutely hate seeing her diaper hanging out of her pants (just as much as I hate when my underwear accidentially hang out of my droopy pants... ug...) So I came home from work and discovered Alexis in her new outfit. Still in her purple socks, now with a blue shirt on. I took her to the park, but put a jacket on her and refused to unzip it or take it off, even though it was nice enough out that she didnt NEED the jacket. Is it bad that I was embarrassed of how my husband dressed her?
She was playing around and found her diaper bag with an applesauce in it... and the applesauce and laundry basket became her toy for the day. Odd kid, I know.
"Where is your belly, Alexis?"