When I was little, you could hardly keep pants on me. I never wore pants around the house until I was in 6th grade. When my dad moved me from the country, to the city, I had a very hard time understanding that I had to wear pants when going outside. I loved being free and comfortable around my family.
I hardly ever put a shirt on Eli. I don't really see a need to. He will probably just spit up on it anyway. It's also 80 degrees outside. Besides, I think he looks so much cuter with his belly all pooched out. Everyone has to stop and stare at this little shirtless man when we go to the store.
Shirtless and free. :)