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Thursday, March 8, 2012

How to Dress a Boy

I know I'm not the first to say this, but how RIDICULOUS is it to find cute baby clothes for little boys?!?! 

At first, I was kind-of relieved that Sam was a boy and I wouldn't be tempted to spend tons of moolah on his clothes.  (More for me - haha!)  But recently, I've been just plain frustrated with the inequality between little boy and little girl clothes on the market today.  It seems like every store I go in is 75% girl and 25% boy.  And then, of that lousy 25%, there's only about 5% that is actually cute.  The rest are graphic tees and cargo shorts made mini.  (No offense, just not my style.) Despicable!

To clarify, I admit that I'm picky.  I have had a hard and fast rule about Sam not wearing "man clothes" until he can stand and walk on his own. I know it won't be long until he is begging to wear the same dirty sweatshirt and jeans every day.  I resigned myself to the fact that he probably won't appreciate a monogram past his third birthday when we first saw "it" on the ultrasound.  But right now?  I pick what he wears, and he doesn't complain.  And I want him to be a BABY.  I want him in soft cuddly pastels; embroidered rompers; and footsies - NOT plaid button-ups, sweaters, and jeans.  (For the record, I'll probably put my foot down at jean shorts even when he is old enough to pick his own clothes.)  I don't judge you if you want to dress your baby like a little man.  Really, I don't.  It's just my personal preference.  I want to milk this chubby baby stage for as long as I possibly can...

Up until this point, this hasn't been too hard to get away with...  But now?  His footsies are getting dirty from bouncing on my floors... And, I had the sad realization while browsing 12 - 18 month spring clothes this past weekend that those days of standing and walking on his own are all too close.

I'm just not ready.  I want to dress him like a baby a little longer.

But, it's not going to be easy...
Case in point:

Here's my loot from my weekend adventures at TWO "huge" children's consignment sales in our area:

Adorable?  Absolutely!  Equal to what I "would have bought" had I been shopping for a girl?  Not.even.close.  You should have seen some of these people - flatbeds full (and I mean full) of smocking, monograms, Lily Pulitizer, etc. My heart hurt a little.

He will have plenty of time to be a big boy; but right now, he's my LITTLE boy.  He's bald and drooly and chubby and soft.  I want to soak up every last minute of that before he's sweaty, smelly, and into race-car t-shirts.

Is that too much to ask?

Where's the love for little boys with preppy mommies?  (Specifically ones that don't wish to spend $50+ on one little outfit that will probably be covered in poop dirt after the first wear.)

Anyone?  Anyone?

Where do you shop for your boys? What does your little one wear on a "regular" day? When did you stop dressing your baby like a baby?

Wednesday, March 7, 2012

More Midweek Confessions

- I've started giving "the bird" a little too often.  I don't know what has gotten into me, a few years ago I would NEVER have done this.  But now?  I think it is hil.ar.ious.  I'm awful, I know... But, it is all in good fun.
Edited to Add: I don't actually do this to strangers - just people like Jeff or my sister.  They know me enough to find it funny.  I could NEVER do it to someone who thought I was being serious.  FYI.

- I put the bumper back in. Sam isn't sleeping a lick better; but, I can't get enough of how cute his bed looks when I watch him crying on the video monitor. 

- Monday was a "snow day" so I used the opportunity to convince Jeff that life would be better for everyone if I didn't work.  Sam was obviously on board, as he took a three hour nap.  I caught up all the laundry, cleaned house, and had dinner ready when Jeff came home from work.  I even took a shower... Success.  Tuesday, I came home from work, put on my pjs, and sat on the sofa until 7PM when I said to Jeff "if you feed Sam, I'll put him to bed."  We ate hotdogs (yes,  hotdogs... that's a confession in and of itself) at 8:30 while watching The Biggest Loser on the sofa. I think my plan is working.

For the record, sometimes I'm legitimately embarrassed by my confessions. Remember that just like no one's life is as perfect as it sometimes seems on their blog; mine isn't always as much of a hot mess as my blog might imply.  Sorry, I just had to say it. ;)

Ha! Your turn...




Monday, March 5, 2012

Little Mister Baby Shower

Well, you know I've been excited to share the Little Mister Baby Shower Libby and I threw for our sweet friend Laura (and her Little Mister) a few weeks ago... We had a blast planning it together, and it was such a blessing to get to celebrate this family with so many people that love them.

I'll let the photos do most of the talking...

I really want to take credit for the beautiful house and amazing decorations, but Libby did about 95% of it.  She is amazing ya'll - such a good mama, wife, friend, cook, and crafter.  She's one of those people who really can do it all; but she is still so real and genuine that you still really like her. ;) She knows pain - true pain - but she also knows Jesus; and, a result, true joy. I'm thankful for Laura, blogging, and - in a weird way - cancer for making us friends.

Ok, focus...

TriciaNae designed the invitations (of course).

I "made" the bowtie onesies for Baby Wright with iron-ons from Boy Oh Boy Boutique on Etsy.

All the food was carefully planned with the mama in mind - including Chick-fil-a nuggets and "bowtie" pasta

DELICIOUS cupcakes and cookie favors were made by Sarah from Sarah G Designs (the best cakes in Roanoke - for real).

We played two simple games - a Baby Wright word scramble and a funny game where every guest wore a bowtie (which Libby made) and had to avoid saying certain "off-limits" words to keep it.  At the end of the shower, we gave a prize to the person who had acquired the most bowties.  *I might have stolen one two for Sam.  :)

Probably my favorite part of the shower was the prayer time we shared at the end. Laura and Cliff gave us a list of specific prayers they have been praying for their little man. (These two are praying professionals, seriously.) In addition to a time of prayer together, Libby & I also attached one request to each of the cookies for guests to take home and continue praying.

And, apparently, navy and white were the unofficial uniform colors of the shower. Ha!


Just waiting for March 30th, when Sam will meet his new bud and Ava her future husband. ;)

Little Mister Wright, we love you already!


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