He is a real little person.
With a real little wardrobe.
Mummy knows because mummy spent a chunk of yesterday hanging up real little clothes.
Now if I can just figure out the nappies already...
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2 comments:
I love how you call them nappies... hahahahahaha....
:)
I remember doing this with K. I would open up the closet every day and look over her jammies and clothes over and over again, and then just *sigh*. (I am doing it again with this one, but this time there is no room in the closet so they have a lovely pink box!)
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