I love pajamas. Would buy a new pair every day if I could. And now that I have a little boy? I get to buy double the pajamas. But, even with all the pajamas I could buy for Robbie, they don’t do you any good if you don’t do laundry. Sometimes, your child is forced to wear what he likes to call “Inese amamas.” Not sure what that means? Chinese pajamas, of course.
Except they aren’t really pajamas. They’re more of a costume, which I didn’t realize as I scrounged around the back of the diaper and pajama cabinet. Why, you ask? Because there’s nothing to close the top together. So my child slept looking a little something like this:
And, yes. He asked to wear them again tonight. Unfortunately, he wet through his diaper, so they were unavailable. Since the laundry still isn’t done, he’s currently in some monkey pajamas. Size? 18 months. Classy, I know. But he thinks the monkeys are great, so I don’t have to worry about laundry for another day. Unless, of course, he pees through them tonight.