The drool.

If you have ever met me you probably have noticed a small obsession I have. No, no, not loosing weight. Baby Clothes! I am the type of mom that scours the sales at high priced baby boutiques and thrives on the liquidation sales, no not to make sure I get the best deals (though that is a nice little perk) I do this to make sure I get something incredibly unique and don't pay a fortune to ensure my daughters fashionista status. I am that ridiculous mother who will wear the same black pants to church every week I appear on stage just to make sure Sugar Bean has that bargain basement priced Ralph Lauren Tartan Christmas dress. I know I am rediculous, but it has become a hobby. I make bows and employ crafty friends to assist me when needed. but there is one thing that I absolutely cannot figure out how to over come. THE DROOL! I use to blame it on teething, but the child even has her one year molars. There is genuinely no excuse. I have googled this so many times I can't even tell you. The only advice I found other than wait it out is to teach her to drink from a straw. Well guess what. She has been drinking from a straw since she has used a sippy...still no luck. ALL of her dresses have a nice little ring of slobber all over the collars. We also have an unmatched supply of bibs. I am starting to think she wants to keep the bibs to spite me. "Haha Mom...you want me to ear this outfit with lime green pants, just try and find a bib to match!" Of all things to be complaining about, I am sooooo glad this is it, but really Bean, lets control our spit before mommy loses it.