Looking at these pictures, I’m realizing that I probably should have ironed my dress. But who really has time for ironing anyways? I would blame Hazel for me not having time to iron, but I never ironed before I had her, so blaming her would be a lie. Although, I do blame her any time I’m late…Sorry, Hazel had blowout right when we were headed out the door or Sorry I’m late, Hazel got hungry. Really though, mama just couldn’t find anything to wear. Haha! What am I going to do when she starts talking and rats me out?!