my guilty pleasure?
dressing reese to the nines. hat, tights, shoes and all.
it must be a baby girl thing, because I didn’t dote my boys around like they were a fashion accessory.
it sure is fun!
at least for now.
check this dress out in all it’s pink-ness. my husband refuses to hold her at church when she wears it because all the fluff is too much to wrestle with. i don’t blame him.
she learned this from her brothers.