

Here are our "matchy, matchy" girls! This is one of my favorite Amy B. sayings (matchy matchy). Before Addison was born, I swore I would never dress our girls alike. I would see sisters dressed alike (again, Amy B.) and think, "That's cute, but that's not me." To my surprise, when Addison was about 6 months old, I found myself shopping for matching outfits! I have to blame it on Avery because she was the one who always asked if her dress that I picked out for her on Sunday would match anything that Addison had. How could I tell her that I would never dress them alike. So, as with numerous other things (picking a pacifier off the floor and shoving it in my baby's mouth after a quick wipe, allowing my child to eat paper, having a messy house, ignoring something so that I wouldn't have to discipline, etc.) I find myself doing something that I said that I would never do . . . before I had children.