My baby girl is now almost 3 months old.  I found this basket today and thought, “It’s a great basket, what could I use it for?  Storing books or magazines?  Naaa.  What about another boy basket for the toys?  Nope, it’s too small for that.  What about putting Carson in it and taking her picture?  YES!!!   I don’t mind if I do!”

So I placed my little girl in it with clothes on and thought, hmm, something isn’t right.  What do I want to capture about her at this age.  It surely isn’t this outfit (and don’t call my Shirley).  How about her little hat that we all love so much, done, still not right.  I want to capture how chubby she has gotten!  I want fat rolls, I want the chubby face and the big belly.  Off with her shirt!  So here you go, my little girl in all her glory.  I wonder if she’ll some day look at this picture with embarrassment and say, “mom, why did you put me in a basket with no shirt on?”  I’ll laugh and say, “you think that’s bad?  I posted it on the internet for all to see!!!”

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