Well, there’s another cute baby in the world. Dave, another of Kevin’s groomsmen, just met his son Max. This was a very happy day for me because it meant I could go shopping for baby clothing.

I have this disorder you see. I L-O-V-E to buy little teeny baby clothing. This could be some strange offshoot of my general love of small things but that hasn’t yet been confirmed. All I know is that when I get around those little onesies and mini wash cloths, I go nuts. All the coordinating bibs and booties and barretts – it’s almost too much for me to handle. So when I got Dave’s email that the little guy was here, I immediately rushed out and bought a ton of baby clothing.

I paraded my newly purchased baby finds for Kevin over dinner but he was unenthused. He didn’t even let out one squeal of “oh how cute”. Not even the matching washcloths brought forth the small gasp of pleasure. Put a router bit in front of him and he melts like butter but a teensy tiny baby outfit evokes as much enthusiasm as an empty pop can. And so I found myself admiring my purchases by myself. Sigh.

Now I have to make a personalized baby card to enclose with the outfits and I’ll be set! Too bad they grow up so fast.