I was watching the Happy Baby play the other day and I had a super disturbing thought.
And it wasn’t about his health (which is shocking).
Rather, it was about his wardrobe.
Onesies look adorable on babies with all that chubby thigh chunk, but my buddy’s legs are getting long and they are skinny.
He is potty-training and onesies aren’t really conducive to the frequent dropping of his drawers.
Not to mention that the hubs said to me recently, “He looks a little weird wearing that,” then went on to say,
“There comes a time in a man’s life when it is no longer acceptable to bear his thighs.”
But in all seriousness, his words kind of touched on the heart of this issue.
Because you know what it really is – letting go of the onesies is like letting go of my baby.
And I don’t have any more babies!!!
You KNOW what this will mean.
Once the onesies get boxed, then the sippy cups will get tossed.
Then the big boy undies will fill up his drawers and I will be hauling bags of baby boy clothes to the thrift store.
Then the highchair will be given away.
Then we will be disassembling the changing table.
Then we’ll be putting the crib up for sale on Craig’s List and then it will be OVER.
And at this point, it will take an act of Jesus to change the hubby’s heart about adding a fifth chair (or sixth, or seventh…) around our kitchen table.
I mean, there might be serious conflicts going on in the Ukraine, but this is a CRISIS, people.
I mean, he is still wearing size 18 months and I am pretty sure they don’t stop making onesies for kids until they graduate to 2Ts.
So we should be okay until then.
What do YOU think?