Every morning I dress Bubba and go on an inevitable dig.
For her spencer. Which has bunched up under her arm while I’m putting on her long-sleeved t-shirt. Of course, this is not Bubba’s favourite thing to endure.
Since she was a newborn, she’s hated anything being put over her head. If you were standing outside our house at any time while I was dressing her, you could be forgiven for thinking I was trying to harm my child, not just dress her.
I’m looking forward to winter being over. To the germs being gone. And to not having to dig for her spencer each morning.
Maybe I should invent one with holes near the hand opening to anchor the spencer to her thumb to while I put her longer tops on?