Monday, March 4, 2013
that day we were twins
i've had plenty of opportunities in the last year to dress my daughter and me in identical outfits, but i've passed them up. why? one and only reason: jeff thinks it's silly and (although he'd never come out and say it) would be embarrassed to be seen with us in public dressed as twins. i think he thinks it's on par with husbands and wives dressing alike. (i say there's nothing wrong with that, either.)
yesterday, i was scanning evie's closet and came across a red and black flannel dress from hanna anderson, the one she wore on christmas eve. it was too big for her then. i just so happened to be wearing red flannel, too, and this time i jumped at the chance to be matchy-matchy. evie will probably never wear the dress again (it's almost spring, time to say bye-bye to flannel), and babies and mamas in matching 'fits are just so darn cute!
we pranced around nw portland—to a coffee shop and one of our favorite restaurants—in our matching red flannel, happy and proud. jeff put up with the charade all morning without saying a word, just looking at us adoringly and snapping photos without being asked—because he knew this day was one for the record books.