But while she has positively boxes of clothes, she only really ever has a handful of things that fit her at any given time. So I tend to start her in things while they are still slightly large (super-large if they are these jammies my aunt Sandy gave her, because HOW SO ADORABLE):
and then sometimes I let the laundry get ahead of me and there's nothing either fitted or large to put her in, so she ends up wearing a onesie so small we can't do up the top button and she looks like a lounge singer.
Which she takes very seriously.
Darling little April fool.