The No Pants Dance

Hannah has one of the cutest baby wardrobes I think I've ever seen.

(okay I'm sure there are plenty of girls out there with better wardrobes, but considering how little I payed for hers by shopping at consignment sales and receiving hand me downs it's hard to beat the quality or quantity of clothing options available to her.)

And yet my mother and husband refuse to dress her in anything cute.

I try to make it easy for them by having outfits matched up on one hanger or dresses organized by 'fanciness'.  Her shirts are hung up by sleeve length and the pants are stacked in rainbow order.  Yet every time I come home from work my baby looks like pitiful Pearl.  (Pitiful Pearl is a family term for a .... homey looking child.)

Most days she doesn't even have pants on.

But if I had a booty that cute, I'd run around in my underwear too.