Words for yesterday's "Wordless Wednesday"

On one hand, Etta's sweet shirt speaks for itself.  On the other, I feel I should tell you the story of that shirt (onesie).  I'll give you the edited version, because I'm the kind of person who tends to tell long drawn out stories (complete with back stories) and I don't want to put everyone through all that.  SO...  The very first time I met Lori and her daughters Natalie (Ds) and Alyssa in person was during a layover in Atlanta on our way to Panama.  During our little frazzled visit, Lori gave me that onesie which had belonged to Natalie (nat.aboutmybaby.com).  I had actually seen photos of Natalie wearing it at her Buddy Walk when she was about 30 months old (she is now 4!)

At the time, that onesie (size 24 months) seemed HUGE for my little 5-month-old, and though it's still a little big, it fits her enough to wear it.  I put a cute little tutu (thanks Monica & family) on with it and got a couple of cute shots of her before we headed out to Publix, where she promptly spit-up all over it.  *sigh*