Boy Clothes
Meg and I spent the better part of five months talking about our now almost-baby in very gender-certain terms. We couldn't have possibly cared less about the sex, though I will admit to experiencing a sudden, exhilarating rush of virile delight when the news finally came. In conversation, though, we posited that a girl might just be...well, easier.
Why? Are they more even tempered babies? Not in my experience. Are they easier to potty train? Meg tells me signs do point to yes on that one. Is it because a girl means never having to make a decision about the big snip? Most definitely, yes.
But honestly, it was mostly the clothes.
It's not that we're big clothes buffs. The salary of a PhD student and web developer could hardly support such habits. But we do like nice looking stuff. With girls, there're just way more options, or at least that was the sense we got from early shopping trip. I've counted four or five truly upscale baby stores in Charlottesville where, assuming four walls packed with clothes, three and a half are fully for the girls.
What we must have missed at first was the total and complete awesomeness of what parents of little boys have to choose from. Zebras. Bunnies on butts. Cars, trucks, and vespas. Pretty much anything they put the boys in over at Zutano. These are clothes I wish I could wear.
He's due in six days now. Meg's belly has done funny things the past nine months, broadening, much to her chagrin, out to the sides, slowly. Then in a month, BAM!, straight out front, making her – yes, truly – waddle and struggle to stay upright. He's right up front and ready.
Hope he appreciates all this fashion.