It was a gift from some good friends who were also at the conference.
Did you notice the cute little mouse ears on the hood?
And the sweet polka dots on the cuffs?
Baby girl clothes are something of an addiction for me. And this outfit is simply too cute. I love it.
Teyla does too, apparently, because she always -- always -- bestows a blessing upon it within a few hours of putting it on.
Seriously. (Sorry! I'm seeking treatment.)
The girl has never had a blow-out in any other outfit. But this one? It apparently causes her intestinal system to turn into Mount Vesuvius.
Natalie had a similar quirk. When she was young and Corey and I were still jet-setting across the country at will (I think she was on 25 flights before she turned one), she would invariably have a blow-out during take-off. It got to be so predictable, I wouldn't even put a cute outfit on her for the first leg of our trip, because I knew it was going to be changed on the plane anyway.
(For the record, here's a picture of Natalie and me, on her first flight, just minutes away from her first take-off blow-out. Precious memories.)
Corey and I had all sorts of theories about what triggered this phenomenon. The changing air pressure during ascent? (Which, if true, doesn't bode well for us during The Rapture.) The corny jokes from the Southwest flight attendants? (For the record, I adore Southwest.) The bad coffee at the San Jose airport?
We never did figure it out. And now we're dealing with The Predictable Relaxing of the Bowels, Part 2.
Any theories?
