Rewind 3 months ago, we were fortunate enough to have 5 baby showers, we got so much stuff that I was evicted from my office to a corner in the laundry room, so that we could have space for this little dude and all his STUFF. I can't say I was excited but its not like I could reason with someone who wasn't here yet, who would take a few years to learn to speak, or a ferocious nester...I have learned to sacrifice and pick my battles.... Every person whom had ever had a baby was so excited to gift/ save a trip to Goodwill. You could sell an expecting mom a painted rock as long as it said top rated and baby on it. Needless to say, we have clothes galore and we're greatful. In my minds eye, and based on my jealously as I looked into my old office from my new office/laundry room desk, I wouldn't have to buy clothes for 10 years.
Well, it happened, last week was the moment that we had to retire a whole series of clothing. This kid is growing like the Incredible Hulk at the DMV. Half of the clothes he had, we can no longer use and he has never even pooped in them, the tags are still on. My favorite Daddy and Baby Polar Bear onesie fits him like Luluemon stretch pants on Aunt Bertha. I notice parents always say, "I wish he would stay this size." I always thought it was a, "oh, he's so cute" factor. I'm beginning to see its a, "if he continues to grow at this rate, he will eat us of out of house and home" factor.
