Yes, I'm that mother. I'm that mother that doesn't like to expose an ounce of unncessary skin on my daughter.

It's rare that Lily isn't wearing a onesie.  If it's even remotely cold outside, I can't bear the thought of that little bottom scooching to pick up a toy and the bare back being exposed to a possible cold gush of something.

When I was growing up, having our shirts tucked out of our pants in the winter meant a cold was coming on. To this day, if I walk around my parents' house barefooted, my mother chases me around in homemade slippers and puts them on me. It's an art form she's mastered and I can't seem to replicate just yet. Until I do, I will continue to pull my daughter's pants high around her onesies, paying homage to my mama and babas along the way.