Baby D will not wear hats. Not on the beach, not in the snow, not when its cold outside or if the sun is beating down on his wee blonde head. I acquired this pink plastic bucket when I bought some paper-white bulbs to force this fall and my first inclination was to toss it in the recycling bin; on second thought I decided it would be a perfect garage for matchbox cars. Boy, was I wrong:
Shoes and socks are a battle a fight most days. Maybe I should just put some Kleenex boxes and zipper baggies on the child's feet and call it day.