It is tough being the size of a watermelon

I thought, that I would love dressing up Ella in all her adorable outfits, call it naive, but I thought babies outfits are adorable, and babies are adorable thus, the two would naturally go together. Ella never got that message. She actually is O.K. with everything until we have to squeeze her head through the neck hole of any outfit. Now with some of these outfits, I completely understand, the neck holes are the size of lemon, her head is the size of a grapefruit. Throw all your major sensory organs and the ability to breath on that grapefruit and one can begin to understand why it is so unpleasant for the grapefruit. However, some of these neck holes can more than accommodate the size of her head. It does not matter. She is not happy. I have begun to think this is due to flashbacks. I have always heard that birth is like squeezing a watermelon through a hole the size of a lemon. Being the owner of the lemon, that is what I most sympathized with. Now seeing the watermelon, freak out anytime a hole the size of lemon comes near her head, I am sympathizing with the watermelon.