I laid the outfits out the night before: two matching shirts, pants, socks, shoes.
I showered that morning, time running out, thankful at my planning ahead.
Baby was sleeping in the crib in his onsie, "Please get the big boy dressed," I called, "Clothes are sitting on the couch."
I hustle into church clothes, clasp my shoes and wake the baby to get dressed.
"We're ready and waiting in the car," he calls, we might just make it on time, I think to myself.
I grab baby's clothes on the couch, change his diaper and start getting him dressed.
Shirt is swimming on him. Tag says 3T.
Run to the car, idling in the garage.
Take the big boy out of the booster, look at his tag; 6 months.
We were late.
How??
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Lol!! This reminds me of the day that my dear husband put the onesie on the baby upside-down!! Hilarious! I love it!
I love it! Not only is that a daddy thing, but a boy thing too. It wouldn't happen in our house, and not because Justin wouldn't make the mistake, but Miss Claire would call him on it. As it is, when I send him in to get her dressed I will hear "NO DADDY! That doesn't match!" Ahh.. boys and girls...
Ahh, it wasn't a mistake. Luke requested the smaller shirt so he could show off his muscles. I thought that was pretty cool, so I complied.
Riiiiiight...
BTW, Awesome story, Sarah, I laughed out loud!
Whoops...I posted as Mark, but this is really Mallory (in disguise ;) )
roses are red violets are blue,im a schizophrenic and so am i.
HA HA HA!
I don't think so, I but I can check!
Mallory - You really have a gift for storytelling. I enjoy your blog so much!
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