A little angel...

Ok, I wholly understand that this blog is not a platform for showing off. I am not a showing off type of person (unless you count how I boast when I beat DH at Backgammon and Scrabble). So do not think me crude, but I just had to share this divine baby grow that I received in the post yesterday from another lovely PR friend. Wow, I love my job.
It's by Marie Chantal, a rather upmarket childrenswear brand, that I actually turned to (in the sale) for my flower girl dreses last May. Anyway, the box arrived and out of it came the sweetest, most hilarious angel sleep suit I've ever seen - granted, I've never seen another one, but if I had, it wouldn't be as soft and cuddly as this one.
It is so cute, I actually want to cry. Ok, that's a slight overstatement. I don't really want to shed any tears. But I did let out a squeal when I saw the wings. Even if the Pullen Bear is a boy, it's going to be wearing this a lot. I hold my hands up now, and will take the blame, in 18 years time, when he realises that I dressed him up like some kind of Christmas accessory. Babies are there to have fun with, I reckon. And if that means dress-up boxes and stupid wings, then I'm all for this motherhood malarky.