Somedays before we leave the house we change clothes three times. Me because Frances loves to wipe her little mouth on my shoulder or pant leg if the shoulder isn't accessible and her because eating when you're one is a head to toe and behind the ears affair. With each change I have a little less gusto (caffeine slowly wearing off) to pour into choosing outfits. For her, by round three, if its weather-appropriate it usually works.
But then somedays this - a sweet little outfit that stays clean and stays on and melts your heart into a wee heart shaped puddle on the floor:
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