I have been cleaning out bebe’s closet regularly, swapping in new clothes for the outgrown onesies and such. Everything is organized into two categories – donate and keep.
I’d never considered myself particularly sentimental. Having a baby transformed me. I’m not Level 1 “Keep Belly Button Stump” sentimental, but I surprised myself when I couldn’t muster the will to put the bags of clothes in my car for donation drop-off.
I acknowledge that someone else could benefit from the useless (albeit adorable) pockets on her baby denim shorts. But as I looked down at the tiny odds and ends that once fit my babe, they took me back to those sweet first weeks of newborn skin and toothless smiles.
I’m just not ready to let go, yet.
Outfit details: headband, dress, moccasins, baby blanket
For the first time in recent memory, it was sunny and breezy. We took advantage of the sublime weather to get out and about with our girl, brunching, lunching (we like to eat), and gallivanting all weekend.
Between runs to Starbucks and visiting with friends and family, we enjoyed some good ole playtime in our downtime, watching bebe try to crawl.
It was the perfect weekend for a little denim eyelet dress and gold accents.
My daughter is 7 months old, and naturally, I think she’s the best baby in the history of all babies. When she’s napping, her dad and I are talking about her and/or watching videos and photos of her. To be clear, we are obsessed with her.
She has 6 teeth, wears 12-month clothing, and loves playing hard-to-get with her dad. She is an awesome sleeper and enthusiastic “bah-bah-bah”-er. She is my first human child and sister to three lunatic canines.
While I was pregnant with my daughter, I foresaw a practical lifestyle in which my little one would strictly wear hand-me-downs and plain white onesies – ya know, since littles grow so fast and all.
That’s all well and good, except Etsy. God damn you, Etsy. I NEED the custom-made organic shorts that my baby will wear exactly one time. Those baby moccassins? Bring ’em. Oh, and that natural wooden teether with her name burned into the wood by hand — go ahead and put me down for one of those, please.
Here’s to finding that balance between the practical and impractical, capturing special moments with my girl along the way.
I am Jen, and this is my blog. I haven’t actively blogged since Xanga was in its heyday and I was planning a wedding (read: it’s been a while).
So, what in the world am I doing? I had a kid, and she’s scrumptious. She’s a sweet, plump little babe who is too young to object to my sartorial R&D. For full disclosure, I have no idea what I am doing, but I’ve discovered that a wee wardrobe of petite denim vests, fedoras, and graphic tees can yield a bit of fun and a lot of memories.
Anyway, welcome to our little space on the internet where I document what my bebe wears.