A month or two ago, Co ordered a maternity/nursing nightgown. When it came, there was a teeny matching onesie that came along with it. Co thought it was cheesy; she'd actually avoided the nighties that advertised this option, and thought this one didn't have the onesie. I thought it was precious and exclaimed over how cute it was and how delighted I was that she'd made the mistake and I couldn't wait to take their picture together.
For my birthday, Co gave me a nightie with a matching onesie for Flipper. And, it turns out, it wasn't easy. There are lots of mother-daughter and father-son outfits, she told me, but mother-son doesn't exist, and mother-gender neutral is hard to come by. But she found one.
Because, she told me, I'm the mother, too.
Is she best or is she the best??
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6 comments:
awwww. That is really sweet.
xo
lovely!
I think that is wonderful
She is awesome. And I want to see the pictures.
A matching baby onesie! How cute is that!
that's awesome
That is too, too sweet.
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