3 outfits before 9am

I wish I had documented this with pictures, but James went through three outfits this morning before 9 am.  I'm pretty sure that's a new record.  The first outfit fell victim to a massive spit-up attack.  The second was ruined while en route to DC when James decided to impress his uncle & aunt with how much he could poop.  Thankfully, the third outfit lasted all the way through our trip to the National Gallery of Art...because I didn't bring a fourth.  I'm not sure why I bother to dress James at all.  He'd be perfectly happy to be naked all day & it would save me from doing so much laundry :)