waste his money. plus, a beautiful, white dress as is not best choice when you are going to the shore with a messy (but adorable) baby, right?
long story short – when we finally stood up to leave at the end of a wonderful day my white dress was smeared with baby poop (directly through her diaper and on me). i started crying that i ruined the dress but it only lasted a few seconds as my sweet husband just laughed and laughed… and i joined in. can you believe i was upset over a silly white dress?
today all i recall now is that brilliant day filled with happiness, ice cream, 