The other day we were shopping and saw a baby and mom in line next to us. Her baby was about Isabelle’s size so I asked her how old her baby was. Her baby was 9 months old! So immediately I’m, “our baby is a giant!”

Later in the car I was thinking about the encounter and Alan was thinking about how I walk up to strange woman and ask them about their babies.

So what was I thinking exactly? Well her baby was all matching in pink with a hat and coat and shoes and socks and real clothes. And here we are all crazy looking: mismatched mittens, handmade onesie with a bright red pair of pants that didn’t match anything and no socks or shoes to speak of, not to mention the crazy hair. So I’m all feeling like a big loser parent with a GIANT of a baby and Alan just can’t get over the whole crazy me talking to some strange woman.

So today…I mean yesterday (forgot it was after midnight) when we went out, Isabelle matched quite cutely. (ahem…except for her mittens) Well that is until screaming and crying ensued and then it was striped back down to her homemade onesie. But that’s a story for another day and probably not this year since it’s New Year’s Eve.

Everyone enjoy New Year’s Eve!

(Oh…and on a side note. See the hat on Isabelle? That’s the hat she came home in from the hospital. Man my giant baby sure has grown!)

Ok Isabelle’s not really a giant baby. That lady’s baby was probably just small…probably.