A girly girl.

When we were blessed with a daughter, we weren't going to push gender roles on her. (We said the same thing with Henry and look how that turned out.) We mostly said that because we only knew boys and girly things like dolls, dances, and Princesses are beyond our knowledge (no offense, Cowen girls). One thing that particularly frightened mama were tights. How frivolous, how ridiculous.

That is, until it got cooler and some of June's summer things were too cute to be put away. And then we became a tights family. Seriously, have you ever seen anything so cute?

And look at that bottom. Too much. Does anyone have any advice on tights that attract so much lint?

Now that June is crawling, we are quite enamored with her sweet little bottom. When she's not stuffed in tights, she's got her fat little legs squeezed into leggings. We thought this was especially cute with a little extra butt cheek hanging out, until papa went to adjust her diaper and got an extra surprise.