Clothes Horse

Griffin and I have fallen into a nice clothing routine.

At bedtime, I lay out his clothes for the next day and place them on his dresser so he can get dressed in the morning.

He wakes up in the morning, carefully puts the clothes I picked out back into his dresser drawers and greets me in a completely different outfit he picked out.

His choice of outfit requires one pair of pants with elastic and some sort of fleece material. No buttons! Nothing that is not soft or comfy! His shirt must feature some sports theme, preferably that of the Buffalo Sabres. If the Sabres are not available, he will wear the Bills. In fact, he continues to wear his Buffalo Bill sweatshirt that is sized at approximately a 2T in spite of it looking like a half shirt on him.

It's a mess. A big, huge, fashion victim sort of mess. And I would be lying if I didn't admit that it bugs the hell out of me.

I miss dressing my sweet little boy in adorable preppy little man outfits. I miss button downs and jeans, sweaters and cords, rugbys and chinos. Oh, how I miss them. I have barrels of clothes to pass on to my third child. Sweet, adorable, oh so cute little man clothes. But he will have nothing to do with them.

And yet, I continue to lay out Griffin's clothes, night after night, just hoping that tomorrow may be the day he decides he wants to dress my way.

I don't think I should hold my breath.