Retro Riley

Nopsi brought back a carload of stuff from Houston last weekend and thus needed to make some space in his closet. He was forced to clean out a multitude of old items that had been collecting dust on his closet shelves for years.

Boy, were there some gems in the pile, let me tell you. Old Mardi Gras costumes, two huge plastic knives, a stuffed duck that screams out “Aflac!” when squeezed, a kind-of-neat vintage model car (that has apparently been passed on to my husband), and a deranged-looking gorilla that dances to the Macarena song. (It’s okay to be jealous of that last one. It was quite a find.)

There was also this:

My original Rocky! I immediately rescued him from among the junk, and he is now safely ensconced in the boy’s crib with the rest of his menagerie.

 

And Riley already knows his name. Be still my heart.

But then there were these three special pieces:

A straight-from-the-80s retro sweatband and wristband set that Nopsi used to wear. Nice.

I’m shocked that Riley left it all on for as long as he did. He toddled around the kitchen, pushed his favorite truck around the den, and even sat in his highchair with his milk for a little bit before he had had enough.

I would have removed the bands before he got too into his lunch, though, even if he hadn’t tired of them.

We wouldn’t have wanted them to get messed up beyond repair, now, would we?

I should think not.