When I found out this little person was to be a boy, I was thrilled, but I'll admit the fleeting thought, (sigh), "I'll love being a mother of a son, but no more smocked dresses? No more frilly pink fancy panties? Boy clothes are just so boring." Then I resolved in my head, "You've had more than your share of dressing baby girls. 4 times. Move on to blue."
Seriously, when I go in a store, my body just migrates, unknowingly, to the girl section. Why would anyone even want to venture to all that blah blue/green/brown stuff?
Well all that has changed. Camouflage pj's. Tiny leather cowboy boots. Onesies that say, "Chicks dig my tractor." Like I said, I'm in over my head.
I put this little plaid tie on him yesterday, then his dark jeans, and shoes. And I just died.
I started taking pictures and I could not stop.
Then I heard Ross tell him, "Aye, laddie, you're wearin' the Stuart tartan. " And I just died all over again.