The Clothes Swap-Over

Is it just me being soppy or does anyone else find the 3-monthly clothes swap-over really emotional?

It always feels like the end of an era, a goodbye to the smaller baby who is no more. As I fold all his little things I always feel really sad that the baby who fitted them has gone forever. It only feels like yesterday he was tiny, but suddenly he’s grown and moved on.

Packing away the clothes I always get choked up at the favourite outfits that looked super cute on him. Or the really special ones that we splurged on. Or the ‘best’ outfits that he only wore a couple of times. They hold such lovely memories and I never feel ready to let go of that little version of my baby.

Luckily, planning, buying and arranging the next wardrobe is so much fun I quickly get over it! Moving into the 9 - 12 month clothes has been particularly good as they also signal a season change. He has mini board shorts for the beach, adorable short sleeved rompers for hot days, big boy pjs for warm nights. Imagining all the fun times we’re going to have in the summer, and the clever new things he’ll be doing, is really exciting. Watching him develop into a little boy with a big personality is such a special adventure.

The other thing about swapping over the clothes is that everything goes from being a bit too small to a bit too big. Putting on the new jammie suit and folding over the cuffs, gives me the illusion of him being really little again. The legs are far too long and flap about, but if I ignore the fact they have grippy pads ready for walking (eek!) I can snuggle him up and enjoy his tiny perfectness.