Mommy Smells Like Dreft

It's 2:57 pm and The Roc is already on his fifth outfit of the day, not including the jammies he woke up in. Look #1, an orange and white striped polo shirt and khaki shorts, fell victim to raspberry stains at breakfast. Look #2, a pale blue shirt with a brown stripe and brown shorts, got soaked when I let The Roc water the tomato patch. Look #3, a blue and green striped polo shirt and navy blue shorts, ended up covered in flour after we baked cookies. A popsicle melted all over Look #4, an olive green T-shirt and his OTHER pair of khaki shorts. He's now napping in Look #5, a yellow crocodile shirt and brown plaid shorts; I expect that one will stay clean for at least the next hour and a half, while I do some laundry. But you never know. The Roc hasn't changed clothes this many times in one day since he was two months old and in his projectile-pooping phase. One finger-painting project, squirt gun battle, or spaghetti dinner and we may be looking at a new record.