Today, though, he's right. We're heading to Maui in a couple of days, and I needed - NEEDED - to make sure that her swimwear fit and was in proper condition for her beach debut. Also, I was bored.
So here we have swimsuit #1. It's a delightful striped number with a corsage centered at the bustline and a discreet ruffle for hip modesty. Grandma Snyder bought this for Livy when she was roughly 30 seconds old, because Grandma Snyder
Next, we have Livy's obligatory two-piece, which I bought for her in a mad bikini panic before Christmas. It's cute without being overly girly, and, unlike most options, it's not 1) pink, or 2) slutty. Oh, yes, I said slutty. You'd be surprised how many baby clothing designers seem to find the illusion of infantile sexual availability appropriate and marketable. It's gross, but this isn't:
I do love this one most of all, but, alas, it doesn't fit. Unbelievably, and unlike any other garment we own, it is too big for her. I forgot to account for Lycra's stretchiness when I chose the size. Dammit.
Then, we have the most geographically relevant choice, this palm-tree-bedecked suit that she received from her Oma and Opa for Christmas. SLB and I swore that it would be too small on her, but, as usual, we were wrong. It fits like a glove.
... or raving lunatic? You make the call.
Finally, we have Olivia Lee's favorite swimsuit pick of all. It's a risky choice, primarily for other swimmers, but she insists that it will work.
Look, Ma! No pants!