Isobel was born on her due date weighing 2910 grams. That’s like, exactly 6 pounds, 6.6 ounces. (Yeah, the meaning wasn’t lost on us, either, especially since she had some redness in her hair and was conceived on Hallowe’en.) I jokingly thanked prenatal smoking for a small baby, since, well, she tore me a new one; I can’t imagine the damage that could have been done if she’d been a pound bigger. I won’t.
Then, she was a slow weight gainer. You know how some kids double their birth weight in like, a month? It took her four. At five months, New Years, she was finally wearing 3 month sizes. At a year? She wore 6-9 months. At 18 months, she finally was in all 12 months and I could chuck out the 9 month tees. And recently, we’ve been blessed with a very large amount of 18-24 month clothes and size twos. And most of the 18 month clothes were stained beyond recognition.
So we’re using what’s not going to have an obvious place in the ‘too big box.’
Keeping in mind that she’s going to be two on the 25th of this month…here’s what 18-24 months pants look like in Isobel land:
Yes, those are capris. And you get five coolness points if you know which movie she’s watching.
