Ok...I dressed Bacchus in "real" (a.k.a. "big boy") clothes today before dropping him off at the sitter. (It was a red, white and blue striped shirt with jeans, from his aunt Marie, but that's beside the point.) I think I've been putting off this step for several reasons. Practically, it's easier to change a diaper when you just have to unzip or unsnap a onesie. Also, they are the cutest outfits, and babies are much snugglier when wearing them. On an emotional level, perhaps I've been delaying the inevitable...facing that fact that I don't want him to grow up. I've always had problems dealing with changes, big and small. When I picked him up from the sitter the other day, and he smiled when I entered his field of vision, I suddenly had the thought that, someday, he WON'T smile when he looks at me. I'm not always going to have his complete and utter trust. Someday, I will disappoint him. He won't always grasp my finger in his chubby fist and look up at me while he's eating his meal, and the Itsy Bitsy Spider won't make him giggle anymore. Aaahhh...
On a happier note, he slept all night. Woo-hoo!
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