One of the perils of having a daughter, is the uncontrollable urge to get her dozens upon dozens of pretty little outfits! Especially at this age, when she looks like, and is the size of a doll, every dress and skirt makes her out to be sweeter than she really is. I don't think I'm alone in this baby girl's clothes shopping spree; many of our friends and relatives have been bitten by the bug as well.
With Chubbs, it was straight-forward. It was always a t-shirt with berms, or at most, a button-down shirt with jeans. As long as they fit well, were made of light and comfortable material, the colours didn't clash, we are good to go. But for Mae, the sky's the limit. There's just so much to choose from. Somebody stop me!!!
