These little nuggets over at the uber-stylish Caramel Baby & Child are the epitome of my desired progeny. In about eight years, I will have my own little pouty lipped turban heads. I'm totally one of those people that ascribes to the fact that children are just smaller people and therefore don't want to be dressed like stoned clowns or walking billboards (AHEM DISNEY CORPORATION). Just because your person can't speak English very well doesn't mean they want to wear a bright pink Christmas tree skirt and a bow wobbling questionably on the top of her little bald head. Treat that babe with some respect!
Now, I know I'm (hopefully) a good 5-10 years away from procreation and ease and expense will come in to play and blah blah blah, but I think even then I will stick to my guns on this one. This doesn't mean I'll be nazi-fashion-mama; if my nuggets need weird squeeky light up shoes to fulfill their preschool fantasies, we'll talk about it. Until then, I'm picturing linen frocks sans pudding stains and blue eyed babes in bowler hats. Swoon.
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