Months before Lily was born, she had a dresser filled with never-worn, freshly washed layettes and onsies neatly folded in the drawers. From the moment we found out she was a girl, I began shopping for and storing items, some of which are being worn for the first time now, almost six years later. Everything of hers was top of the line, shiny and new. She was my first, after all.
When Ben’s 20 week ultrasound revealed that he was all boy, the shopping commenced once again. He used her crib, stroller and highchair, but they were still in decent condition and his fresh new attire made up for the few scratches and stains she left behind.
I can count on one hand the number of new items I have purchased for my poor third child. Everything Evan wears has been worn before, and knowing that he will most likely be my last, I simply can’t justify making new baby purchases as he quickly approaches two.
The Pottery Barn crib that once was the center of Lily’s lilac, floral room now resides in the hodge-podge that is Evan’s nursery. Barely having survived four moves, I’m amazed that it’s still standing. The once shiny stroller is caked with crusty remnants of snacks long ago. As revolting as it may be, they also serve for impromptu nourishment when I forget to pack snacks– luckily, my third child has low standards. And, don’t even get me started on the highchair he used until recently. My mother literally gagged while cleaning it. It’s all just so unfortunate.
Luckily, he doesn’t seem to mind. Along with crusty hand me downs, he also makes his own rules and gets away with murder. Seems like a fair trade to me.