The Things We Keep

My mom has had three kids, all about 10 years apart. Her youngest [Uncle Wes] will be 17 this November. That's a long time to hold onto anything baby related. But she has. Little artifacts that, for her, embody the babyhood of each of us. The thing she held onto from my youth was a fabulous jumpsuit. Red. With a blue prancing pony. And matching zippered jacket. The only thing that would make it more early-70's would be if it were made of velor and had a fast stripe or two down the leg. Recently she pulled it out of storage in that Storey is big enough (almost too big!) to wear it. I have fond memories of Dylan and Wes in that jumpsuit. When I picture them, the images are partnered with the smell of graham crackers. Nice memories. That one jumpsuit has gotten a lot of play.

So yesterday was uncommonly cool for August. Storey and I were headed for Lakewood Park. We needed long pants. Red pants. With a blue pony.

Do they make toddler clothes now that, after 35 years and three kids, will still look brand new?