I have been remiss in posting regularly, I know. This year is quite unlike other years. 
Of course. 
I’m afraid it has almost become weekly ‘catch up’ posting these past days. I figure, however, better late than not.
O is for Onesie.
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Having grown up in hot tropical India, I never knew what a Onesie was. I’ve seen babies dressed in little cool cotton clothes that looked rather like a tube with holes for the head, hands. And the babies did look comfortable.

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But of course that would never work in the cold climates closer to the arctics. I suppose, hence, the Onesie. It’s practically the outfit my baby lives in and most other peers of hers.  Pretty convenient, that.