I found three new white onesies in Arlo’s hand-me-down bin the other day. They are the perfect fit on Farrah (9-12 months, yipes) so win! Then I remembered I had these iron-on transfers I’d been saving for . . . I have no idea what. With no time like the present, I ironed while Farrah whisked and spooned.
I’ve had these transfers since 2006 and I’ve packed, unpacked and stored them ever since, despite hating that very thing and being less than arts-n-craftsy. Now I know why.
In 2006, I wore this shirt when telling my friends I was pregnant:
You’ve come a long way, baby.