As we packed up to leave the hospital, we had to put little Ben into his “going home outfit” (of which we brought 15, I think, in case he was either 4 pounds 2 ounces or 12 pounds 13 ounces… can’t ever be too prepared). We decided to go with the definitely-too-large outfit seen above, and learned that it currently takes two parents and 3 minutes to figure out how to insert a child into a short-sleeved onesie.
But he was stylin. He rolled up next to a two-day-old chick in a leopard-print car seat and started flirtin’. He was all “hey girl, I’m sportin’ a fresh pamper and you know you like this hat…” She screamed. We’ll have to work on his delivery. When we got to the car I let him in on the secret that leopard print at two days screams “high maintenance” and that’s not how Meredith boys roll.
OK, so maybe the previous paragraph was a fabrication. But I did see a pink car seat with leopard print trim in the hospital today. Dang.
We are back at the house, and I just woke up from an hour long nap with a newborn on my chest. It was the best nap of my life. I give parenthood a 10 out of 10.
The Onesie Trials
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