due to 3 days in a row of unspeakable morning/post-nap fecal smearing HORROR, layla has been relegated to zip-up jammies for the foreseeable future. because 2 parents shouldnt devote 4 total hours to poop cleanup in a 72 hour span just because girlfriend looks cute in 2-piece pj's that she can reach into.
until i can get to a consignment shop, these are the only ones in the house that fit her:
we have taken this as an opportunity to: 1. tentatively try potty training with her, and 2. let her play with play-doh during the waking hours to her heart's content.
we obviously have a passionate sculptor on our hands if she is so dedicated to her art that she goes diaper diving for suitable medium. but this is a bit avant-garde for my taste.