buddha baby.

As I was doing laundry, I was interrupted by thoughts that required blogging. I know this happens to you guys too, which is why I'm writing about blogging itself. I mean we're all writing these diaries; we have topics to share and stories to tell. But we never really talk about the fact that we write these diaries. We just are what we are: bloggers. And I still think blogging sounds kinda dorky, like being in band in high school. But who are the coolest saxophonists you know? I bet half of them came outta high school band. Blogging even has its own (kinda dorky) word.Not to mention the masses in the palm of its hand.

{i love blogs button ring: find it at just lovely things}

But thoughts of blogging itself didn't make me stop folding to sit down and blog.

Enter smoky, vanilla-colored fade-in signalling a flashback (No, I never was a playwright): I am looking down at all of Rowan's little clothes. Only, they are not little. As I fold his onesies I think back to a couple weeks ago (ooh, flashback within a flashback), when I was unpacking them from the 6-month and 6-9-month storage containers. We pretty much get all Rowan's clothes from my cousin. They have two boys, born in opposite seasons, and their youngest is about 18 months old. 

As I get each next container installment, I go through the stash, pick out what I like and fold it out into piles on the floor. We don't have much closet space, so anything I think Rowan won't wear or doesn't make sense for the temperature, I put back in the container. (I wanted to take a picture of him in these penguin tuxedo footie pj's. I don't know why I didn't, and I think I better do it before he just bursts out of them.) Just a couple of weeks ago I was thinking: Hot diggity! These look like they'll fit for a while!

But today, I'm folding his jammies and sorting out which ones are already starting to feel snug. You guys, Rowan is soo-ooo healthy. He's only 4.5 months old, and we are about ready to put him in 9-12-month gear.

These pictures just make me grin every time I see them. 

So, I'm looking down at all these baby clothes wishing that something would look big on him for once--like it did when he was a baby. But even though he's giant, he is still my baby. And I guess he'll continue to be my baby well after he starts growing facial hair. Do you know how absurd it feels to think of your baby needing to shave his someday-beard? Whew. That's about as far as I'll venture into the Rowan-growing-up continuum. I'm not ready to start thinking about what happens post-facial hair.

{someday he might actually grow a mustache!}

We'll need to get this for his nursery someday.

I'm sorry I've been so absent from your blogs lately. It's been a hectic few weeks. Some days I don't even check my personal email. Can you even imagine that? I can't. Hopefully next week will be more relaxed. This weekend we're all going camping in Angels Camp, near the river where S will be working. Sounds like Rowan will have a sitter there for a couple hours there, so I can go on S's rafting trip too. 

What are your plans?

Happy Father's Day to the dads in your lives!