
Charlotte thought this was HIGH-larious and stationed herself right next to him while repeating over and over "Peter's NAKED! Peter's NAKED!"
The next day, we were upstairs in the bonus room and I took off Charlotte's one-piece romper (yes, she does experience consternation while wearing this since she can't reach her bellybutton, but she can stand it for a few hours at a time) to change her diaper. Again, sloth got the best of me and I didn't put the romper on right away. One thing led to another, and Charlotte's dress-up bin came out. She asked for my help in putting on not one, not two, but THREE skirts, a pair of kid gloves, and a fabulous hat. I added the lei and snapped a photo of her saying "cheese".

I swear my children do not normally run around in the nude, but when it's so hot outside I seem to be a little slower dressing them once the clothes come off.
Then, Peter somehow wound up tangled up in a discarded Tinkerbell outfit. Didn't he look fabulous in it though?

































