Bogle Family Blog: Cruel and unusual punishment

To the long list of things I didn’t know about babies you can add the fact that although baby girls look adorable in a sweet little girly dress, said dress can also really tick a baby off if that baby is trying to learn how to crawl and keeps kneeling on the dress, thus preventing the baby from going anywhere other than face first into the floor.

So although I had lots of sweet little girly dresses for Lily, any dresses in sizes she’d wear while in the crawling stage (from November on) have been sadly neglected in our closet. On the plus side, I have a vigorous crawler on my hands. On the downside, she probably gets asked how old “he” is more often than is strictly necessary, as men apparently do not realize that hot pink pants and a multitude of flowers do not scream “BOY!” even if it’s pants instead of a dress. Our follicly challenged progeny has learned to take it all in stride, batting her baby blues sweetly at these clueless people, ignoring their insults, secure in her femininity and the fact that she does not, as of yet, speak English.

But today I was frustrated.

Today I saw her closet.

I saw those dresses.

I saw the wasted money on beautiful things that she had never worn.

I saw the un-bestowed compliments she could have garnered in her pretty little dresses.

And I saw the weather report that said it would be a little warmer than it had been lately, and most of her winter clothes were too warm except for these neglected dresses.

So I picked a dress.

And I crammed her in it (because apparently it really wasn’t in her size anymore, but I bought it, dang it, and she had only worn it for 20 minutes at my brother’s house in November before I realized that it was impossible for her to crawl in and was bugging the stuffing out of her).

I know.

I am cruel.

Don’t believe me?

Well this is what putting her in a dress forces her to do. The indignity.