Funny story from this morning!
I usually get up around 5 and get ready to work. Mike has been in charge of getting Brooklyn up and dressed whenever she wakes and then bringing her to me to eat. This morning, I am working in the basement and I can hear them upstairs getting ready. Brooklyn is crying - well, really screaming and I can hear Mike talking to her and trying to calm her down. It was about 5 minutes of this.
After about 5 minutes I hear Mike yell to me that she has no clothes left!
Yah right - this girl has way too many clothes. I yell up at him that they are in her closet (where they have been since day 1). . . .
a couple minutes later I decide to go upstairs to see what is taking so long because she is still screaming. Brooklyn was laying there waiting to get dressed (and eat) and Daddy still couldn't find anything to wear. He was frantically going through her closet looking at each outfit. I tell him to just pick something from the closet and he says:
"But those are all size 3 months."
Yes, dear - she wears size 3 months now - I say
"oh, okay"
She is definitely a growing machine!
