Retired.

I do love clothes. Especially since I have not been the size I care to be over the last few years, the boys have been the recipients of my clothes shopping...everything fits them just right...and the pudgier the thigh the better the look (oh why oh why does that have to stop being a positive fashion trend at a certain age threshold...?) so they have had A LOT of clothes over the years. It is my weakness (well, second to strollers...for my children who prefer to be carried or walk).

I have had favorite items that I feel brief sorrow for when a grass/spaghetti/mud spot seems to grow in the wash rather than disappear. Out it goes and then there will be a new favorite. I am not overly concerned with their clothes or how messy they get...with one exception.

THE shirt.

I bought this at H&M 3 years ago when Ben was about 6 months old.

It was love at first sight. Size 12-18 months, fit small. Paid full price (unheard of.)

He wore it while it was too big until it was way too small.

You better believe that shirt always got a bib!

Actually I probably removed it entirely for food involving more than crackers.



Then I rolled it up and tucked it away in a bin marked "Boy 12-18 *" the star was to remind me that THE shirt was in that bin...should I be worried I couldn't find it,should I also be fortunate enough to have another little boy one day.

Well we sure did have another boy and I couldn't wait until he could wear it. And he has. About as much as Ben did.
With a bib.

Today however...I realized that it's glory days are through.
Despite my best efforts there are spots, piling, stretched neck (thank you Jakey's noggin) and lose buttons. It is worn out.

It was great while it lasted. But I think it is time to retire THE shirt.
To which I dedicate this photo montage.

BEN 2008










JAKE 2011