That Stage

It's official. Eliza has hit the "I don't want to wear any clothes" stage. The other day we were at the park for Andrew's soccer practice & she runs over & hands me her shirt. She refused to put it back on so I called it good & was just grateful she kept her pants on. Today we had her in a onesie, tights & skirt & she still managed to get them all off just by putting her arms through her onesie. She's a smart one. I'm hoping this stage doesn't last too long. I really don't remember any of the others doing this.