No…I’m not gonna write about all the lovely messes someone is consistently leaving us as presents in his patootie. Christmas is over, enough with the presents and my birthdays not til April kid…don’t you know anything yet??? Geesh.
P has affectionately termed those layette’s with no feet or legs in them as “messes” because…honestly they’re dresses for babies. But if you say “mess” as in “man dress” it’s way more appropriate…but really…they’re baby dresses, and ITS FINE.
I just think they’re stinkin adorable and so flippin convenient (once you get them on…try getting a squirmy baby into a long sleeve of fabric…people deserve medals for this kinda stuff)….more “messes” please, the cute fabric kind…less on the…ahem…other kind :).