So of course, I bought the silk dress.
I had no sooner put her arms through the arm holes when she barfed down the front of it. Off the dress came as I raced to the bathroom on damage control. I scrubbed gently with a wet washcloth and seemed to get the stains out. I put the dress back on her and this time got her all buttoned in and took her down to see Daddy in her Easter finest. We hadn't even cleared the staircase when she doused herself with another round of puke. I ran her into the kitchen with her arms splayed out to her sides so that it wouldn't smear. This time, it was all down the side of the dress. A wet paper towel seemed to do the trick. Immediately, I put a bib on her, thinking that I would be ahead of any other funny business and we strapped her in the car for the trip to Grammy and Grandpa's house.
Not 10 minutes into the drive, I looked in the rearview mirror and saw an expression similar to this on her face:
That's right: The Poop Face
In. The. Silk. Dress.
So again, I ask you: Why do they make baby clothes in silk!?
(I think it is because they look like this in them...)
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