Boy Clothes

I love dressing my little boys and I get compliments on their clothes fairly often so I thought I’d share where I get most of their stuff. Boys are harder to shop for because there is so much less to chose from but that just makes the challenge more rewarding. Ā All of my kid’s clothes are either extremely cheap (under $10)or a tad pricey (over $30), very little in between because I don’t like to settle. I made two lists, the inexpensive and the not.

Favorite bargain brands:

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My favorite budget brands:

Carhartt: The cutest hats and coats. Carhartt is quality, timeless, functional and well priced.

Sunglasses: I buy them cheap whenever I come across them, Old Navy, Target, wherever. I don’t buy the silly looking plastic ones because they look too kiddy but a cute pair of $5 glasses make a 3-year-old look surprisingly sharp.

Zara: LOVE Zara for kids. They have great prices, cute clothes and free shipping. I refer to Zara as the Euro gap. There is also great resale in their clothes. Downloading their app can be straight dangerous.

Carters: I only buy solid color basics from Carters but they are fantastic in sizing and wear. It’s a given that I have the solid layette set in heavy rotation. The best thing about Carters is that nothing is ever full price, there’s always some % off.

Nordstrom (Rack): The brand pictured is Peek, which I adore for my boys, usually purchased at the Rack but great deals and sales can be found in Nordstrom as well.

Gap: First point is that you will find no better denim for little boys. The quality and the fit are perfect and little boys are hard on their jeans. Second point is if you think gap is pricey then you’re doing it wrong. Gap has amazing sales, especially on their clearance items, last week I bought chinos for Harper for $4, that’s cheaper than Target with a much better quality.

Target: Ah the Mecca. Target is great, Target clearance is better. If something is super cute, great, but if it’s cute and 50% off, greater. The new line Cat and Jack is cute, sometimes, but I’ll warn you it pills easily and the fit is just a little off.

 

Favorite luxury brands:

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Fin and Vince: Cute clothes with sweet little sayings usually. I love buying t-shirts (not white ones) that layer and go well with different items. Also t-shirts are wearable much longer than sized often and if there’s any leak or blowout you usually don’t have to change the shirt, just the pants, making shirts even better than layettes.

Rylee and Cru: Very cute boy clothes often with a more unique cutsĀ and prints. Great wash and wear quality. They definitely fit longer babies better.

Mabo: Made in the US, this is one of my favorite brands. I adore their stuff for tiny babes and the simplicity of their design as kids grow older. Beautiful natural fabrics and designs that are both old-fashioned and modern.

Freshly Picked: Not going to lie, I feel like moccs are on their way out. While the style isn’t the latest, the design and functionality are on point. I splurged on my first pair with Willem and loved them as they really let him learn to walk with their soft soles, kept his feet warm through wind, snow and freezing temps and they stayed on his feet! They also held up really well as he walked on concrete, the leather is very soft but thick. Iver has kicked his off a couple times but they stay better than any other sock or shoe out there. Worth the money to buy at least one pair while baby is learning to walk. These also have a great resale and come in a verity of colors both solids and prints.

Mini Rodini: Love their clothes but they are sometimes a little too loud for me. Most of their prints are animal based so we’ve only splurged on the pajamas and hats.

Childhoods: Cutest little sweats/play clothes ever. Soft and more wearable with every wash.

Bobo Choses: The most expensive but the nicest clothes my kids have ever had. They are made for my kids because the sleeves are long, the bodies are long and the cotton is incredible. I especially love finding some of their vintage items, they wear well and really hold their value.

 

Of course I buy a lot of these past season, on sale or even second-hand. The great thing about buying some of these brands is supporting smaller businesses (including boutiques) putting your kids in softer, less treated clothing and if by some miracle your kid doesn’t ruin it you can often find buyers on Facebook for your used kids clothes, even at a profit to you.

The last tip I can offer is stay clear of any characters or prints. Sure my kids have some paw patrol shirts but only 1 or 2 at a time in the size they are in but over all prints are too busy. Also I encourage them to pick out their own clothes, no use spending money on things they don’t want to wear.

On His Terms: How baby 3 showed up to the party

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After I had Willem I felt like I was content with the kids I had and the family God had given me. I was content for a very long time and honestly I would have continued to be content if Harper and Willem where my only sons ever. However, sometime early last spring I watched my boys playing together, pushing trucks around the backyard, make-believing construction sites, having a wonderful time together and this little thought crept into my head: how awesome are my kids, they just love each other. How can we say no to just two kids when our boys are so obviously fantastic wouldn’t another child just add to the fun and greatness we experience in this family?

And that was that. I desired another child but didn’t feel like it was a need so I was gentle about the situation. I started to bring it up to Chad, who was consistently reluctant. My plan (hahahahahahahahahaha, my life is never to my plan, learned that one long ago) was I wanted to start trying for another kid in the fall, giving us a specific amount of time, about 4 months, to try and if it didn’t work out then we were meant to only have 2 kids. I figured that by not trying for another kid I was saying no to God’s potential plan for us, even wondering if He wanted me to have a daughter and by not having another I would be denying His plan. I didn’t want to expect or force another child into our life especially after we had already been blessed with (forced with) 2 but I thought that by putting a specific time limit on this openness I’d be limiting my own expectations and emotions.

In hindsight however, I was putting God on the spot expecting Him to preform (or not) and demanding an answer from Him. Not only was I demanding an answer from God but I was putting a time limit on how long He had to answer me.

Another thing I was looking forward to actually trying for a baby, fertility has been an issue in our marriage in the way of hyper fertility with 1 very unplanned and very loved birth control pill baby and another more prepared for but still surprise pregnancy less than a month after weaning my first baby.

My ideas, my plan was set, I wanted another kid but I wasn’t willing to sacrifice my husband’s sanity so I very bluntly explained to him what I wanted and why. Openness is key right? He listened and he wanted to give me what I wanted but he wasn’t ready and was unsure of what he wanted to so I never got a yes or no and instead I started teasing. Let’s face it, having a third child was not a must on my list it was only a want and I knew this but I wanted Chad to want it as well so I’d say things like:

“If we have another kid, I’ll give you full naming rights.”

“What if your parents decided to stop at 2?” (Chad is the third born)

“If I can have a baby you can have a GoPro.”

I’d say these things in jest but also to persuade. And we continued to talk occasionally about it but the talks just went in circles and I was okay with that because I wasn’t getting blatantly shot down.

Enter mid-summer. Life was hectic, Chad seemed to be working a ton and I was constantly with the boys and busy doing bridesmaid stuff for one of my best friends beautiful wedding. Chad and I rarely saw each other much less slept in the same bed at the same time. Thoughts of a baby where still in my heart but with no desire to try until the fall (I wanted a spring baby) it was definitely not in the forefront of my brain though I still enjoyed teasing Chad here and there in order to prep him for bringing back the serious talk in a couple months.

One night while Chad was at work I was giving the kids a bath and doing what any mother of young kids does when they don’t have to supervise their kids for drowning anymore but can’t leave them alone because all the water will end up on the floor and out of the bath tub . . . I cleaned. That particular night I was working on the closet and found a cheap pregnancy test. While nursing Willem I never had a period so I’d buy cheap tests to take every other month or so just to put my mind at ease. My period was due the next day and I knew I wasn’t pregnant but I couldn’t throw away an unused test. Even in knowing the test would be negative there’s something that’s just a little exciting about taking one, whether it’s hope of a baby or reassurance of a lack of pregnancy there is a little thrill. So I peed on it. A few minutes pass and I turn around to throw it away, took a second look, then studied it. I saw a line.

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It wasn’t a strong line, hell it was hardly there, so it was probably an accident right? My period was due the next day, I had zero symptoms and it was physically impossible according to science. We had been responsibly practicing natural family planning which I was led to believe is pretty damn accurate in preventing and planning for pregnancy and I was following it right! I double checked my ovulation chart app to check my” life facts” then began to scour google using searches along the lines of “accuracy of blue dye pregnancy tests” and “false positive pregnancy tests.” Luckily I found that there was a very small chance that this test was wrong but considering all the factors, I was sure it was. Then at the end of the night, just to see if there was something I was missing I took the test back out of the trash and ripped the plastic apart looking inside, I’m not sure what I was expecting to see in there but I thought it might help my mystery, it didn’t.

The next day after Chad woke up that afternoon I snuck out of the houseĀ alone with the excuse of needing something from Target. Luckily a Target trip on Chad’s day off means I get to go alone.Ā At Target I quickly found 2 other items I had to have in order to make my basket look like I wasn’t there for one reason only (plus I had to come home with something). Sulking in the test aisle I prayed no one I knew would be there that morning (small town issues) and studied the tests looking for the holy grail of pregnancy tests, the “First Response, Early Response.” This test is the relied upon one for telling women what’s going on in their uterus. It meshed well in my little red basket and I scurried to check out luckily only a few yards away.

As soon as I made my purchase I ran out of the store. Just kidding. I went to the bathroom and took the test in a public stall like a teenager hiding from her parents. I peed, tossed the test in my purse and discarded all the evidence (box, wrapper, directions and receipt) in the bathroom there and then went to my car.

Turned the car on, opened my Dr. Pepper and took a deep breath. I pulled out the test and saw 2 lines, 1 line = not pregnant. 2 lines=pregnant. It was fainter than the control but there was no mistaking that line. Chad was going to be pissed.

Pregnancy test on the arm rest in my car.

Pregnancy test on the arm rest in my car.

Telling him is a whole other story but to finish this one off I felt insane. It was too much for my mind to process, this is what I wanted just not how I wanted. I was extremely happy but also terrified (as anyone is when they get a positive test), worried about telling Chad and mostly confused by how it could happen. Well, I’m sure it was by the grace of God and him pointing at my life and gently teaching me yet again, He makes the rules, not me.

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