The Squish has become enamored with the idea of getting herself dressed. Any article of clothing (dishtowels, electric cords, and bras included) found within reach is bound to end up tentatively attached to her person. Man and I tease her when she stares us down with a supercilious look.
"Don't judge, Mom. I'm doing fashion."
Most things wind up around her shoulders like a scarf.
Socks and shoes, are a special treat though. While she hasn't yet figured out how to actually get her foot into them, she does at least know they belong on feet. Daddy's shoes are extra special as both feet can share one.
She's discovered how to get her arms in and out of sleeves. She couldn't care less about getting the top right-side-up, however. After all, if you ignore the hood hanging over your bum, the bottom of a jacket makes for an interesting cowl affect.
Hats and sunglasses still get ripped off with exceptional speed. I'm getting faster though. I managed to take some photos in the miliseconds that these items last on her head.
But thankfully, she's still a little young to recognize potentially embarrassing moments.
Also, I didn't really mean for this post to be a walking advertisement for a certain red bulls-eyed store, but apparently there is a bit of unintended product placement. Which is really just a sad mix of it being too cold to play outside and a lack of tidying the house frequently enough to keep the clutter (and unpacked shopping bags) at bay.
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