Taryn has really gotten into choosing her own outfits lately. I always knew I was lucky that she let me pick them out for so long. We've had some exciting ensembles come up those stairs but really, a lot of times it isn't all that bad. The bigger issue is generally how she wants to wear the clothes. Case in point, shirt-tucking. For whatever reason the girl feels the need to shove her tunics into her leggings. Which also leads to my favorite question of the morning,
"Momma. Do I have a bump?" Followed by this pose:
That's a wad of shirt in there. She wasn't born with that gifted tush. Yes, baby, you have a bump.