"I can't get my button."

I wonder if I am the only one who has really never (not really never, but for 99% of her life) been able to put their baby/toddler in onsies -- you know those cute little one piece shirt deals that snap in the crotch. The Turkey was attached to two things from the time she could get attached. 1. Her passy, which we took away at 18 months old. 2. Her belly button. Now, how can I take that away? She has to have access to her "button" or else it is the end of civilization as we know it. I thought the other day, I could put her in these cute pink summer overalls my mother bought for her last summer, but the minute she stood up she reached for it and started fretting. "I can't get my button", she said. So we found her something else to wear.



I like to pick on her and ask her if I can get it. In her cute little deep voice she says, "no, there's not room." so of course I grab her up and start tickling her and kissing her belly button.



She says some of the funniest things. Ollie and I were talking today about my impending flight to my sisters house across the country and when I told her that she, The Turkey and Nanny would come to the airport to pick me up, The Turkey said, very seriously, "she [Ollie] can't pick you up." So I asked her why. She said, "you're too big, she can't pick you up."