Yesterday Millie wore this adorable little Vera Bradley onesie. It was a gift given to us/her before she was even born- it is springy and adorable and I love it.
It is size 0-3 months. Except OBVIOUSLY NOT because there is nothing 0-3 about this chunk of babe.
I chuckled all day about my 20+ pounder wearing a 0-3 onesie. Who invents the sizes of these things?
Today she's wearing a little bubble pants suit thing from Gymboree. ALSO ADORABLE.
Only this one is size 18-24 months.
Again- WHO INVENTS THE SIZES OF THESE THINGS?!?!
So in two days she has spanned two years in sizes. It's hilarious and also totally doesn't matter. They both fit, so whatever.
If you ask what size she is, though, I'll tell you 9 months. Most of her clothes are 9 months, with a few extreme outliers thrown in for variety, I guess.
But then I was thinking about how sometimes women's clothes are not so consistent, either. I have a closet full of a particular size, and then like one thing a number or three smaller, and two things a number or three larger. Kind of like Millie- a closet full of 9 months, a lone 0-3, and a lone 18-24. I'll tell you Millie is clearly a size 9 months.
But if you ask me what size I am?? Oh, 0-3. Without a doubt. All the other clothes are just lying.