a story about some pajamas

I bought this onesie when I was still pregnant with our little m&m (that is what we secretly called maddox/girl name that also starts with m), before we knew m&m was a boy. What really happened was that I saw the cutest tutu at target and every time I went to target I would go look at the tutu, telling Evan I was going to buy it. But then one day when I went to my beloved tutu, it was like 50 percent off and so I had to buy it. I felt bad buying something just for a girl, you know, just in case, so I grabbed the first acceptable boys thing that I could find: this.

This 9-month outfit that finally fits him at 8 months.

And Evan looked at it and said, "That is never going to fit him." A lot of parents with a newborn baby don't like to share. So a lot of people don't realize that newborns are really, really tiny.

And so, this adorable little blue knitted jammie sat tucked away in the closet until a few weeks ago when I finally washed it. We pulled it out for the first time when we were decorating the tree. Maddox sat on the ground all cozy in his sweet little jammies and my heart exploded into a million pieces. Thinking about how I had no idea if we were having a boy or a girl (which is so silly to think about now. I can't even remember not knowing) and wondering who this sweet little baby would look like, how the baby would act and what those first few cries would sound like. That seems like an eternity ago.

This little outfit was the very first thing I ever bought our baby and I think this little outfit will forever hang in my closet.

I mean, the tutu is adorable. It's orange and sparkley and a stinking baby tutu for Pete's sake. But look at these jammies. Look at this boy. There is nothing cuter in the whole world.