This morning, as I plumbed the depths of our size 2 clothing storehouse, I pulled out the most artistic onesie we have -- a red one emblazoned with pop art pacifiers, a la Andy Warhol.
Apparently this set the mood, but Ellie wanted to channel a different modern artist. I thought Jackson Pollack, but the more I look at this picture, I wonder if there is a modern artist who ate his paints. Or her paints. We are equal opportunity here chez Human.
Anyway, it appears she's having fun, and that's all that matters after all.