Brotherhood of the Shrinking PantsPosted by Kara on April 29th, 2010
It’s not rare that I walk into my office at work and see a pile of clothes on my desk for Jim-Jim. In fact, I had a stack of pajamas next to my keyboard when I walked into my office this morning. I consider myself lucky to work with a bunch of amazing women, quite a few who have had kids, who make sure Jim-Jim is taken care of. Their kids are daycare kids just like mine, and they have to write their child’s initials in the clothes. I’ve seen clothes come through Jim-Jim’s dresser with Calvin, Jack, and Junior’s initials on them. Sometimes with Calvin’s initials written over Jack’s initials written over Junior’s initials. If those clothes could talk! They’d likely tell stories of scrapped knees and frogs in the pockets and poo blow outs, so it’s probably best they don’t.
Jim-Jim and I went to the park to wear him out play, and there was nary a rain cloud in sight. Why then is my son prepared for a flood? The boy won’t. stop. growing. He’s wearing the jeans he wore to hunt Easter eggs this year, and they already need to be sent on their way. Ironically, they are going to Nicholas’ mommy who is also Junior’s mommy, so the pants will have made a full circle. I hope the pants don’t tell about the time Jim-Jim fell down in a pile of dog poo!
At the Easter egg hunt
