Well, wouldn't you know, H.'s little feet were all scrunched up in the toe pockets and snapping the snaps over his comically huge BumGenius wasn't happening. I could have squeezed him into it, probably. And don't think I didn't give into more than a few moments of crying as I dove into the 0-3 mo. drawer to start manically culling everything else that didn't fit. But after a minute, I slid his arms out of my favorite footie jams and dressed him in something else I found hanging in the 'too big' section of his closet. It wasn't too big.
I was never this emotional about P. growing out of onesies and footies and then whole outfits. Heck, we recently shared our entire cache of girl gear with our neighbors down the street for their new little. But as H. outgrows his wee footies, that's it. FIN. Once the 0-3 mo. gear is out of the house, the space they leave behind won't be filled with more infant gear. H. is the last baby we'll be having. In the event more children come to us, they won't be babies when we meet them for the first time. So while it's awesome that H. is growing up, I sure do wish he'd slow it down a tick.
Has any one particular piece of baby gear ever really touched your heart? What was it?