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the best part of this outfit is that it developed
in stages. first, the big-boy undies and shirt.
second, the tutu.
third, the slippers.
finally, the glasses.

that's our child, for sure: the one in the oddly mis-matched outfit including a swamp monster t-shirt, a pink tutu, monster big-boy undies, elmo slippers, and groucho marx nose glasses.

on saturday while we were working around the house, my husband put the radio on so we could have some jams while we cleaned and organized. a great song came on, so daddy and mommy stopped working to dance in the living room. we invited john to dance with us and he yelled, "noooooo! stop dancing!"

at first i was a little bummed - i wanted a family dance party! but then john elaborated. "i need my tutu!"

so it was the return of the pink tutu. and as soon as he put it on, we danced and sang and laughed in the living room for a few songs. buddy didn't quite know what to make of his crazy family, but he's crazy too so i suppose he fits right in.

it was a wonderful way to break up the monotony of a day of work.

(and if you were wondering, the glasses came later. after dancing was done, and mommy and daddy went back to laundry/dishes/boxes/straightening/whatever else, john came tearing into the living room with his glasses on. provided some much-needed additional comic relief! he's pretty good at that, that little man of ours.)

here's a little more video evidence of the family dance party. and no, in the second video i have NO idea what john is saying. but it's cute, yes?






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