...You be the girl at the high school dance -Tom Petty "You Wreck Me"
So the time has come to start moving our little baby into bigger boy clothes. Sniff, sniff. This weekend, we cleaned out his closet and put all of the newborn & 3 month old clothes into the closet. And one of the casualties was an adorable pair of corduroy pants with little patches on the knees.
In the hospital, Jay's only clothing was a diaper and a swaddling blanket. Clothes were just too much trouble when he had lines and monitors attached to every appendage, including a pulse ox on his big toe. When we first brought him home from the hospital, we were so excited to put him in "real" clothes (if you can call footed PJ's clothes!). We'd try on 5 different outfits a day just to see how cute they all were. Hmmm, reality check. Honestly we'd change outfits that often because most days he'd puke/poop on his clothes about every other hour. Many days, he would wear a onesie with these cute brown cords, and I loved that he looked like a little boy instead of a tiny baby.
But the time has come to retire the brown cords ... along with all of the other newborn clothes and most of the 3 month old clothes. Poor kid gets a serious diaper wedgie when we try to snap the onesies at the crotch. And then when the diaper gets full, the snaps pop open! (Actually makes it easy to know when a diaper change is needed.) He's only 4 months old, but he's already wearing 6-9 month sizes. At his doctor's appointment last week, he was in the 75th percentile for weight and 95th for height. He's gonna be a tall one, folks! All the ladies are going to want to be his date for the 9th grade dance, because he'll be the only boy taller than all the girls.
But it makes me a little sad to pack away the baby things. As with all things, you have to say goodbye to the good things about one stage of life in order to get the benefits of another stage. So it's time to bid a fond farewell to the miracle swaddling blanket, the baby-size paci, the Bendy Bar, and the tiny clothes, even the corduroy pants. Time goes so fast - next thing you know, he'll be taking some cute girl to the high school dance. And I'll be the crazy mom, crying behind the camera, begging them to stay and take just one more picture in front of the fireplace.