Abigail wishes she could dress and undress herself. She has the right idea; whenever she finds an item of her clothing within reach, she shakes it open, puts it on top of her head, and pulls down. Diapers she carefully opens and crams between her legs. If she recognizes a pair of pants, she will lift one leg and then the other, stepping on top of them. Her method for undressing is to grab two fistfuls of her shirt and then raise her arms above her head. Her attempts, while valiant, only bring failure. I sometimes have to free her head from horrible t-shirt entanglements. She seems to enjoy the process anyway. She entertained herself for a few minutes this morning trying to fit one of my flip-flops onto her tiny foot. It’s a pair that she really likes because they have rivets along the… whatchamacallit? The toe part. She’s into tiny buttons.

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