Fashion

Two rear views of my willful fashionistas, on the porch.  Henry has been choosing his own outfits for some time, and he has a special penchant for stripes and primary colors-- actually all kinds of colors.  Note the stripy hat as well, which a friend made for Agatha (it came out a little big!) but which Henry seized upon with love as his own.  He sleeps in it.  The front of his sweatshirt has a florid Batman on it (hand-me-down!).  The next day, he wore the hat with horizontally striped pants from Aunt Grace AND a striped shirt with lime green in it, accessorized by his lime-green crocs (no socks that day, though).  Agatha was not yet dressed when we went out to wave goodbye to Henry, but she really wanted his yellow slicker-- a beautiful flannel-lined hand-me-down that he refuses to wear.  Notice that she is standing!  On her own!  She'll walk 5 or 6 steps when she wants to, but some days hardly walks at all.  It seems to be a low priority for her, oddly.  She likes to stick close to me at the moment, and is super cuddly, funny, and sweet.  Her sense of humor: trying to put inappropriate items in my mouth.  Hilarious! (to her)  Her latest cute accomplishment: she loves to sing "row, row, row" (leaving the rest of the lyrics to Henry and me).