(a scene from this morning)It was a warm and breezy evening last night and I watched Avery stand on the back porch with her arms wide as she laughed and hurled rocks into the yard. She was stark naked, the way she is 95% of the time. (I should mention that she always starts out the day clothed, but seems to shed it layer by layer as the day goes on). I kind of envy her freedom sometimes. And I love the joyful, boisterous, lively way she moves through the world--wild curls whipping around and the wind and sunshine on her bare skin.
Trav said yesterday that she at least has to wear underpants if she is outside. He's probably right, but I figure she is only 3 once in her life and why stifle her freedom? It will be cold soon so I guess it will sort itself out.
This lad ended up sporting pink piggy pajamas as I found myself in a laundry bind last night and dipped into Avery's outgrown stash. It was bound to happen. Really only a matter of time before he ended up in girls clothes.
Avery pronounces it, "Pa jah mas" and not "Pa jam as" like me. I love that about her.