Even Sarah Jessica Parker dresses her son in hand me downs. It's like someone hit the pressure valve. My son doesn't really need those cute socks from Gymboree. He'd rather have me sit in the floor and play with him.
Unfortunately I have no source of hand me downs but I'll take thrifted gifts from Grandma, garage sale goodies, and Salvation Army sales. Now it's time to fold laundry, change diapers, sort through outgrown clothes to freecycle/ ebay/send to friends, and take a walk with the kids.
What am I still blogging for? Last post today. Honest.