I've become one of those mothers who looks like crap iced over but whose baby is dressed well all the time. I used to wonder at this phenomenon when I was a teaching assistant in 2nd- and 3rd-grade classrooms in Chicago. We'd have little boys in perfectly coordinated outfits with spotless sneakers and little girls with the most intricate braid art woven into their wee heads driven to school by zombie-looking mamas in sweats with their hair at all angles. I imagine that they're subject to the same law that dictates that the majority of child beauty pageant contestants are required to have overweight, baggy-t-shirted mamas with visible roots and/or flaccid grown-out perms. Anyway, those are my people now. I welcome their flabby embrace and return it with one of my own. Wobble wobble.
I'd show you evidence of my end of this symbiosis, but I won't because I respect you too much to do that to you. Instead, let's appreciate the adorableness that is Miss Olivia Lee.
Sock monkey hat? Check! This was an SLBirthday present from my mom.
Those cheeks, they are so smooshable...
Vive le monkey chapeau!
Keith Haring bib. You'll let me know if you find a Basquiat bib, won't you?
It speaks to me, Mama. It speaks to me.
Love, health, and happiness to you all!
1 comment:
I was so the same when my kids were little. People always compliment a cute, well dressed child. Doesn't matter how great mamma looks, no one says, "oh, what a cute baby! And my, don't you look adorable too!"
Bring on the baby compliments!
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