The pants brigade

 

     Dressing my 7 month old son is like a brain teaser,  in which no matter how hard I try somehow I am stumped.

The situation starts as follows:

First, he stares innocently at me with his big eyes and bats his eyelashes.

Second, he smiles and tries to roll over.

Then the situation escalades, as I get one leg in the pants he secretly wiggles the other one out.

This brings it to its finalization, in which I pick him up and he shake his pants off.

 He is like a slippery little piglet. Being a mama is the best, I have never been challenged by something cuter!