Oh, wait till you see what I got!" I exclaim to my husband as I walk in the door from my baby shower. Diving into the nest of tissue paper and pastel gift bags, I show him my favorite new possession: the sweetest, smallest, most adorable, soft, white, cable-knit cotton cardigan. With teeny mother-of-pearl buttons. And a matching cap.
At least, it's my favorite until I remember the hooded terry after-bath sack with the satin duckling appliqué. The size-zero purple tennis shoes. The impossibly miniature reversible jacket. Stretchy one-piece jumpers, barely bigger than my hand. I stroke each item and coo.
But my husband is not enjoying a parallel reverie. "The baby will grow out of that stuff in about a week," he mutters. "Didn't you get anything besides clothes?"
