Big Boy Jeans

During the never-ending hurricane in late August, Nola generously agreed to buy her two grandchildren a few things from the Carter’s website (on sale and with a coupon, so don’t worry, Nopsi). Two of Riley’s items were a couple of pairs of jeans. When the new clothes first came in, I thought he wouldn’t be able to wear the jeans for a long time (on account of their length). Turns out I was wrong.

 

It is also apparent that they are big boy jeans, with a trendy dark wash and no elastic waistband. This unfortunately means I have to constantly pull them up in the back to cover his bum, but c’est la vie. I certainly don’t want to encourage the low-rise, underwear-baring look some guys think is cool, especially at the ripe old age of two. 

He looks so darn cute in his new jeans that I almost can’t stand it. They also make his legs look super-duper long, which makes him look like such a big boy.

(Like the two new trees on our front porch?)

I really hate to admit it, but my boy is growing up. Way too fast.