Sunday Best

This morning marked something of a watershed for young Evie June, aged seven months, four days. Today, she stepped into a long line of Sunday morning tradition--she stepped into her first pair of tights.

I can remember Sunday mornings around my house, wriggling into a pair of nylon tights to match whatever dress my sister had outgrown (usually SEVERAL years earlier). I remember tugging dutifully at my elephant ankles where the tights sagged on my too skinny legs. I remember my early rebellions against these goofy ensembles. Most of all, I remember my silent vow to never do that to my own children.

But none of that matters when she's this cute and can't yet complain. Plus, the diaper handily prevents any wedgie action.

Jen