Direct from the runways of Milan

So, Grandma came back from visiting my new cousin, Noah, and she had a couple of new outfits for me. One was a pair of blue plaid overalls. The tag says it is for a 9 month old, and I'm only 7 months, so in theory, it should fit, or be a little big. Right? I guess it depends on how you define "fit."


We have been assuming they were long pants, but as you can see, they don't quite go all the way down. But they're too long to be shortalls. So, they're capris? Man-pris if you will? Mom says they're all the rage in Europe. I'll have to take her word for it, as I've never been there myself.

Mommy says in spite of the fact that they aren't the right length, I still have to wear them because they make me look pretty. Well, duh. So, I've been working on my poses. Here I am with my "hey, you talkin' to me" look.
This is my "playful" look.
And here I am with a clever "over the shoulder" look.
All this modeling and looking pretty can be really exhausting, so I took a nice long morning nap. It's sort of cold in here, so Abuela wraps me up like a pea in a pod, and then covers my head so my luscious locks of hair don't get tussled by the blowing air. There's nothing worse than bed head.

I have another outfit from Grandma that mommy's threatening to shove me in tomorrow. It's certain to make me look like a striped sausage, so tune in for more embarrassing pics.