Outfit details: hair bow, romper, elephant (gift)
You’ve seen this romper before. But this face — man, it’s changed.
I went to her closet to pick out her outfit today and saw this romper hanging there. Just for fun, I thought I’d see if it still fits. And it does(ish).
This matters to me because bebe has changed so much since she last wore it. I keep a journal, and as I documented some recent milestones last night, I felt overcome by the fact that she’s not an infant anymore.
That she fits into this wee romper — my little one who’s always been in the 99th percentile for just about everything — means something to me, and it’s that she’s still my baby girl.
Outfit details: hair bows, denim shirt, bermuda shorts, sandals
It’s a funny and bittersweet thing – toddlerdom.
- When did we go from describing the place she sleeps as a “nursery” to her “room?”
- When did she start having a preference on which shoes she’d like to wear?
- When did she learn that she can decide who to kiss?
I’m – at the same time – so wistful about and grateful for how fast she grows. She confounds me daily, this ridiculous creature who made me a mom.
Outfit details: matching bow and pencil skirt, baby tee, baby chucks
It’s finally starting to feel like fall around here, which makes me insanely excited.
It’s the season for boots, scarves, and sweaters, and it occurs to me that I now have a BABY. This means it’s also the season for baby boots, baby scarves, and baby sweaters.
Oh, and I just ordered a baby purse. I’m out of control.
Outfit details: headband, romper, moccasins
Is my baby really crawling? Is she really pulling up on everything, making pterodactyl noises, and reaching for me?
Is this crazy, spirited girl who licks her chops while I eat — and bites the shit out of me when she eats — really mine? When I hear her warrior battle cry, I laugh and then hope that she will grow up to be hearty, steadfast, and powerful.
I think about the complexities of making a person and how she could have just as easily developed into someone else. But she was born our girl — our spunky, silly, delectable daughter.
When I feel the weight of her in my arms, I swear I could fly.
Outfit details: crown, sweater, leggings, Michael Kors baby shoes (gift)
One of the following is a blatant lie.
1) I married my high school sweetheart.
2) I work in marketing.
3) I hate all these sweet (sweet!) pictures of my little babe.
Bebe outfit details: headband, necklace, jacket, tee, leggings, sneakers
Mama outfit details: gingham blouse (now on clearance!), black pants, sandals, bag
I love fashion, but I usually don’t know what I’m doing. I’m great with shoes, awful with accessories, and mediocre with everything else. For example, I really do own nice handbags, but I honestly use a backpack 6 out of 7 days of the week. Whether it’s a diaper bag or laptop bag, it’s typically my bag of choice.
I wear the same jewelry every day. I live in jeans. My baby is in a onesie plus leggings 99% of the time.
In other words, these outfits took so much effort (too much effort). Now I remember why blogging is hard.
But tying a jacket around my daughter’s waist makes it way worth it. WAY.
Outfit details: headband, baby tee, hand-me-down skirt, moccasins, blanket
My baby turned 8 months old this weekend, and it makes me want to cry. The thing about becoming a mama, at least for me, is that everything makes me want to cry now.
I have a lot of feelings about bebe and motherhood — joy, paranoia, optimism, astonishment, love. This. That. All things.
And now she says, “ma-ma. ma-ma, ma-ma.” She has no idea what it means, but it means everything to me.