Long before C received his gingerbread apron, I was blessed with one small helper in the kitchen. I adore this little apron, with its delightfully colorful and kitschy print and of course the many memories of gently wrapping the ties around a tiny little body. It's been well-loved, and predictably neglected (note the neon yellow Hi-Liter stain on the bib and the fresh-from-the-toybox wrinkles).
T doesn't help in the kitchen as much as he once did, and absolutely refused to pose in this apron for a picture. Alas, he's becoming a Boy and starting to get maybe just a little too cool for Mom. I'm not ready for that yet!