One benefit to having had Atticus much later than most of my friends had their kids, is that once everyone decides they’re done with kids and ready to give stuff away for good, I’m here with open arms waiting to receive it. A couple months ago one of my very favorite cousins, Karen, was cleaning out the well appointed closets of her two little boys and gifted me with two garbage bags full of clothes. Then my sister-in-law Mari did the same thing. This little guy has more clothes than I do.
And Mari and Karen both have great taste, so he wears way more stylish clothes than I do too. Although given that half of my wardrobe is made up of yoga pants, that’s probably not saying too much.
Here are a few of my favorites:
This shirt makes his eyes look so green, and the little madras pants have just the right amount of “little man” look mixed with the whimsy of “little boy.”
This picture also illustrates why I’ve called him “Mr. Baby” since I met him. He’s always been like an adult trapped in a tiny body.
I’m partial to “little rocker” clothes myself, as opposed to the “little surfer” look I see so often around here. Even if Atti could walk I don’t think he’d be a surfer. He’s a rocker to the core. From his early mohawk, to his obsession with music, to that stubborn little attitude he sports. This shirt has a silkscreened tie with a little faux button on it that says “Punk”. Combined with the thin wale corduroys, he looks like the lead singer of ACDC to me.
This is my favorite shirt he’s ever owned. A guitar with wings on the front, and then those sleeves. The sleeves!
They’re tattoo sleeves!
I make him wear this shirt whenever it’s clean.
The sad fact is that we’ve been given so many clothes, he might not even get around to wearing them all. But that means that once he grows out of them they’ll still be in such great condition we can spread the good fortune around.
Tomorrow I’ll share what I made Karen as a thank you present.