I’ve always loved babies in gowns–you know the kind that have the mits you can fold over their hands so that they won’t scratch themselves. But that teeny, tiny baby gown phase was never enough for me. The problem is that my big-rubber-dolly babies always outgrew them way before I was finished with the look and feel of them.
It’s not like you can just buy a bigger size or anything because manufacturer’s seem to think that newborns are the only one’s who would ever wear them. Well they’re wrong.
I need them. I need the soft, mushy, “I’m still a baby, hold me,” message that a sweet, cotton gown gives. So, when Dane was too big for the little ones–I made my own.
This particular gown worked perfectly for sweet Daney boy…
and baby bald kid–back when he had hair.
Now, 16 years later–it’s still making our babies soft and warm…
all the better to mush them with.
There are just some things that should go on forever…
and we’ve found one.
