Here's my confession: I bought these baby clothes more than a year ago for a cousin's baby in Australia. Because of an error in the postal address it got bounced around in some foreign post office before being sent back 6 months later. And by the time it got back to us, the clothes would have been too small for the little girl. So I kept them. (we sent other gifts for the cousin's baby of course!) And here's the thing, at least two friends of the family have given birth to little girls since then, but I've been hoarding these clothes. Just in case, you know? And when I found out I was having another boy, maybe for a little while I was sad at the idea of not being able to buy pretty dresses and pink butterfly tops, but it didn't last long, I promise. And now it'll feel a bit liberating to give someone else these little clothes. And I realised, boy's clothes are cute too. I went through all of Elliot's weeny baby clothes the other day and started crying. Everything was so little, and I kept remembering funny things that Elliot had done while wearing those clothes and I started looking forward to new memories of a new baby boy in those same clothes.