Once upon a time there was a teeny tiny baby boy, and he wore teeny tiny babygros covered in boats and stripes and stars and dinosaurs and sheep. Not all at the same time.
But this teeny tiny baby, who was in fact not so teeny tiny after all, started to grow and grow and grow. At first his Mama bought him new babygros covered in the same boats and stripes and stars, and then she bought him even bigger babygros covered in penguins and polar bears and reindeer and a few more stripes and stars just for good measure. And he looked unbelievably cute and was incredibly cuddly and the Mama and the boy were very happy.
But although the Mama and the boy were very happy with the babygros, the Mama wondered whether the boy might like to try a little outfit, just to see whether anything could top the cuteness of a baby in a reindeer babygro, a little dressing up to welcome in the New Year. And he would.
And so on New Year’s Day, when a change demanded a full outfit change I pulled out Pip’s first ‘real’ clothes; soft cord trousies with a red and white lining, a cosy t-shirt with elbow patches, the most adorable little tank top, and a pair of stripy socks that Father Christmas had tucked into his stocking.
I defy anyone not to at least think “aww!”
I know it’s terribly super-special-snowflake-mummy to think that Pip is possibly the cutest little baby every to wear stripy socks, but look, look – he just looks so tiny and so grown up all at the same time; possibly because his jumper is a size too big and trying to gobble him up.
Pip’s wardrobe of babygros is partly a result of a bit of third child syndrome; with two little girls to get ready every day, I have neither the time nor the inclination to get a tiny floppy baby in and out of fiddly little clothes unless circumstances demand it, unlike when you have your first baby and dressing them up in really cute outfits is all part of the fun of learning to be a Mummy. But I don’t think he’s suffered for it either; he’s always been warm and snuggly and able to wriggle and kick to his heart’s content, and as he can now execute some very tidy circles around and around on the lounge floor and he’s starting to try to roll, kick and wriggle space is key.
I’m not planning a whole scale move over to little outfits at the moment either, I think we’re still going to be predominantly in babygros for however long size 6-9 months continues to fit.
Or at least that’s the plan. But then he wore his new little outfit on New Year’s Day, and then on Friday when the babygro basket was empty because the laundry was still sat in my room waiting to be sorted I reached for a little long sleeved vest and dungarees handed down from his cousin, and as I write this he’s lying on his playmat next to me giggling at a balloon and he seems to be wearing the little trousers and t-shirt with a fluffy bear on that our neighbours gave him for Christmas.
Cord trousers and a little wooly tank top; it’s the thin end of the wedge.