While I briefly mourned the loss of not having one boy and one girl child, I embrace being a boy-mom for many reasons, one of which is the fact that I'm not very fashion-savvy. I've breathed a sigh of relief that I don't have to choose "cute" outfits or headband bows for my children. My sisters-in-law are great about choosing and sending the boys clothes, as if I were entirely in charge, they'd just wear hand-me-downs or secondhand clothes from thrift stores or ebay.
Iver loves wearing clothes that match "papa," including his Star Wars and Superman shirts, and it's fun (although none of these outfits were really intentional) having the boys wear similar things when we go out and about, even if the outfits aren't identical nor bought with that intent.
Auntie Theresa gave this tee to Niall
... and auntie Kat gave Iver his "fearless" black shirt
the boys at the McKinleyville library on Saturday
We're starting to put Niall on the baby potty at times of his poop explosions to cut down on the messes and laundry-- he seems to be happy enough about it!
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