Clothes can be tricky.
Not only for infants, but for adults as well. Everyone's had that point in time when
they've gone to the closet to grab their favorite shirt only to find that it
doesn't fit. It's a sad, sad day when
that happens. You find yourself mourning
like you're watching an episode of 'This is Us'. Then, you realize you have two options
remaining. Number one of course is to
throw the shirt out. Number two is get
to the gym and lose the "dad-bod".
Or the problem is that you've lost too much weight and now all of your
clothes look like you're dressing in a gunny sack. At least that's what happened to me. Unfortunately for Ellie, she seems destined
to fight the same battle for a little while.
Allow me to set the scene.
I don't mean right this minute.
I'm talking last night around 6:30ish (Central). That means that it's Ellie's favorite time of
the day: bath time! So of course, by
this point in time, we have this process down to a science. Step one is to run the water in the tub on
the hottest setting until the water level is right around our knuckle. Step two, plug in the small heater in the
bathroom so that it's nice and warm in there for Ellie when she gets out. Step three, place her bottle of lotion in
front of the heater. Then it's time to
head to Ellie's room to retrieve her pajamas and sleep sack for post bath.
As you can see, there is a large amount of routine in this
process. Honestly, everything is planned
out even down to what pajamas Ellie wears.
We have two or three pairs that we alternate between because we know that
they fit Ellie perfectly. Last night as
Bethany opened the drawer (with Ellie in her arms) to grab the pajamas out, Ellie
thrust her hand inside the drawer and grabbed the first pair that she saw. Bethany pulled them away only for Ellie to
see the hidden treasure buried beneath. Her eyes widened, her mouth flew open in pure
joy, and she stretched with all of her might.
All to grab the object of her desire; a pair of white pajamas emblazoned
with little yellow duckies.
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| Must reach duckie pajamas... |
Given Ellie's palpable excitement for her duckie pajamas,
Bethany just didn't have the heart to not let her wear them to bed. I of course, was just laughing over Ellie's pure
exuberance for them. So with that, Ellie
was undressed, "flew" down the hall with great nakedness, and splash
landed right in the tub. Once Ellie was
fully washed, we took her out and wrapped her up in her hooded ducky towel to
dry (nice bit of unintentional symmetry).
After that, it was time for a new diaper and some baby lotion.
Finally, the moment had arrived for Ellie. Bethany lifted her high into the air as I
positioned the pajamas on the floor below her.
Laying her down on the floor, Bethany maneuvered each of Ellie's limbs into their
respective hole and began the process of buttoning the pajamas up. This was more of an issue than you would think
since these pajamas were big enough to fit two of Ellie (literally). Button-by-button, Ellie shook with
anticipation over her new pajamas (or her meal that was shortly to come). Finally, Bethany folded the tall collar back
into place to ensure our baby looked more like an Eleanor rather than an Elvis
and the task was complete.
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| To reiterate, Kid not King... |
With that, I found myself wondering two things in
particular. Number one being "Is
this only the first instance of Ellie obsessing over the perfect
outfit?". It's possible; I have
seen her mother try on at least three outfits prior to going to work some
mornings. Or number two and probably
more worrisome: "Is this the beginning of Ellie developing an unhealthy
fascination with ducks?".
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