Death to the Stripey Pajamas

Sept 21 2015

Author: Megan

They were my favorite PJ’s.  You know how you fall in love with a piece of your children’s clothing, like really odd attachment- I will still put you in this even though you outgrew it 2 months ago because I can’t bear to be done with it – attachment.  That is the case with these jammies.  I got them for Tate and they were so Tate-tastic.  They just fit his little three year old personality so well.  Sadly, he outgrew them but I held on to them with the hope that:  One, I could pass it on to some miniature Tate someday or  Two, we’d have another boy. Enter Gideon.  Gideon wore the beloved pajamas until they were getting pretty worn out, he even ripped a hole in the back.  I quickly snatched them from him and put them in the top of my closet.  Did I throw them out? of course not.  My heart just couldn’t let them go.  Enter Reece.  The last and final wearer of the prized stripey PJ’s.  But to my poor heart’s demise, Reece has ripped them up the legs and finished what Gideon started on the back of the shirt.  Goodbye stripey jammies, you served us well.

Fun Drunk at Fall Fiesta

Gideon REALLY enjoyed fall fiesta. He’s been before but I think he enjoyed it more because he’s a student there now, I guess.

He won a gold fish (who he called “goldie”) and numerous other prizes, got his hair spray painted, and had some stuffed animal hanging from his neck the whole time.

He seemed more like a drunk college student at this first frat party.