You Pick

We have a rule in this house. Whoever dresses the baby gets to pick her clothes. Expect on Sunday. I usually lay her clothes out the night before for the mad rush to ready ouselves and make Sunday School on time.

Guess who raced to dress her on this day? They do look cute though and Adam was thrilled that Little Miss clapped along as they watched the game. PS Check out her thighs!

Those thighs are partially thanks to her love of spaghetti! Delish!