Just under a year ago, Norah Grace was no bigger than an orange and kicking away inside her mommy's belly. Right around that time Amy and I flew stateside to visit family and do the baby shower rounds. And, of course, we couldn't leave Kentucky without first visiting the outlet stores. The reason: stock up on baby clothes. Why there and not in Germany? Because most baby clothes in Germany are boring. Not all, but most.
We went from store to store filling shopping bags without thinking how we would bring it all back to Germany with us (in the end we filled two suitcases and a shipping box with toys and clothes from shopping trips and baby showers). Out of the multitudes of pinks, purples, and pastels, I came across some sensible clothes: a striped hoodie of autumn-ish colors, a long sleeve Daddy's Favorite Girl embroidered t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Real denim jeans, too, none of that stretchy jeggings stuff. The tags all read 9 Months. Into the shopping bag they went.
We got back to Germany and this outfit found itself in the back of the closet, impossibly big compared to the clothes Norah would need first.
Then she was born. Two days after her birth, little Norah Grace weighed a mere 5.5 pounds. So small! I caught the occasional glimpse of her daddy-bought outfit and found it astounding she would ever be big enough to wear it.
Fast forward a bit and the little bobblehead Norah's clothes were put aside and the I'm-almost-a-toddler Norah's clothes made their way to the front of the closet. In just a few short months, this little girl has gone from an infant who smiled mostly in response to the smiles of others to a baby that loves acting goofy to make her mommy and daddy laugh. It just gets better and better.
This amazing little girl has gone from curling up on my chest to standing on her own, holding on with just one hand.
And the outfit daddy picked out--it fits.
We went from store to store filling shopping bags without thinking how we would bring it all back to Germany with us (in the end we filled two suitcases and a shipping box with toys and clothes from shopping trips and baby showers). Out of the multitudes of pinks, purples, and pastels, I came across some sensible clothes: a striped hoodie of autumn-ish colors, a long sleeve Daddy's Favorite Girl embroidered t-shirt and a pair of jeans. Real denim jeans, too, none of that stretchy jeggings stuff. The tags all read 9 Months. Into the shopping bag they went.
We got back to Germany and this outfit found itself in the back of the closet, impossibly big compared to the clothes Norah would need first.
Then she was born. Two days after her birth, little Norah Grace weighed a mere 5.5 pounds. So small! I caught the occasional glimpse of her daddy-bought outfit and found it astounding she would ever be big enough to wear it.
Fast forward a bit and the little bobblehead Norah's clothes were put aside and the I'm-almost-a-toddler Norah's clothes made their way to the front of the closet. In just a few short months, this little girl has gone from an infant who smiled mostly in response to the smiles of others to a baby that loves acting goofy to make her mommy and daddy laugh. It just gets better and better.
This amazing little girl has gone from curling up on my chest to standing on her own, holding on with just one hand.
And the outfit daddy picked out--it fits.
Leipzig, September 2012
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