With Porter, he was dressed like a little man from day one. For his 1-week doctor’s appointment, he was wearing pants, a shirt and shoes. Shoes for jeebus sake!
Hudson… well, I don’t think he’s ever had a pair of shoes on his feet. And outfits… can I tell you how many outfits (little polos and shorts and button up plaid little-man shirts and… oh cuteness!) fill his closet, unworn for the second time around. I just went through my 3-6 month tote of Porter’s old clothes and hung them up in Hudson’s closet. I put on a 0-3 month outfit my aunt bought him (Hudson), ripped teh tags off fearing it would be too small (and unworn) already. It fits, and it looks OH SO ADORABLE.
What the hell has my problem been? He looks so darn adorable in little-man clothes yet I just can’t bear to see him looking like a mini-boy. I am afraid that if he’s my last baby that I’ll be so sad to let all that babyness pass by. (reminds me of a quote “your first child opens your eyes to the wonder of each new age, your last reminds you of its transience“)
I’m on a mission. He’s almost 3 months old (BAH! No. No! NO!) and I’m going to try to have him wear a new outfit every day before he outgrows them. He really does look so cute.