It has been a while since I’ve worn something other than a plain old cotton T-shirt. Let’s face it, my clothes are covered in oatmeal, spit-up, and smears of who-knows-what-else all day long. It is just not worth the trouble to dry clean the spit up or leaking milk stains out of my clothes, so I have resorted to wearing the same few things over and over and over. Well, I finally decided to get something new to wear. I ordered a black lacey cap-sleeved shirt from my favorite store and when it was delivered, I tried it on right away. I was looking at myself in the mirror, hair all a mess, no make-up, when Henry walks in and takes one look at me and says “Oh Mommy, you look beautiful, wight Mommy?!” That boy could melt a heart of stone.