I'm so used to being a summer baby and rocking the onesie everywhere I go... this is going to take a little getting used to. I have to cram my cloth diapered bum into the pants... flailing around like mama does when she's trying to get into her jeans after she pulls them out of the dryer. All that work and they're still too long for my cute sock feeties to show.
And what is up with these socks?! The right one stays on, but the left one has come off 4 times already. In fact, I'm just laying here wriggling (nothing major, it's not like I even roll over yet) and off it slips. I'm just beginning to understand the price of looking cute... and staying warm.
This is me watching the TV. It's clearly the coolest toy in the house. Especially when it's playing "Wipeout" (also daddy's favorite). Mama is calling my name, trying to get me to look at the camera, but that doesn't really mean anything to me yet.
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