You see, what happened was, when you were a mere 2 weeks old, we went to the mall to get your passport pictures taken in order for us to cross the border to Echo Lake. The picture place however, was on lunch till 3 and we had to kill time. So, off we went to get your cousin Aubrie something for her swimming lessons from Old Navy. I decided I too would try some things on. I go into the dressing room with you peacefully sleeping your beautiful Phil and Ted's stroller. I'm half way through putting a bathing suit on, when you not only wake up, but demand food NOW! I think "Okay, I'll just feed her in the dressing room!" I try to get ready to feed you, and try to use my silly hooter hider thing (which is way harder than it looks!) in case someone walks in (although who would walk into a dressing room....?!?!). Meanwhile, your still frantically rooting and crying, and (to put things discreetly), I'm making a mess everywhere! At the end of the day, mom and Eden came to save the day.
Here is a picture of you, dear Ysa, in the Old Navy dressing room, with your sweet Auntie Eden saving your from the traumatic experience.
