Take a Number

Before Caleb was born, I heard a mother complaining about little boy clothes – “All the same” she lamented. Once I had my own little boy I thought she was crazy! The clothes were so cute! Little lizards, trucks, tractors, dinosaurs, and every sport imaginable, but suddenly I’ve noticed something strange about little boy clothes – they all have numbers on them!

One Sunday Caleb wore a cute little summer outfit to church with a big number 1 on the back. Our friend Lane commented, “Most people wouldn’t wear their age on their back!” I laughed, but then realized that almost everything he had was numbered. It seems silly – the shirt he’s wearing today has a 9 on it (and #9 shorts to match). He has a very nice long sleeved striped shirt with a random 78 in the corner. His dinosaur pajamas are number 12, race car PJs – 28. He even has a camo shirt #72 and a shark shirt #8. (To be fair, the iron-on Call FM onesies I made him say 91.7, but that’s blatant advertising.) And these aren’t counting the actual baby sized sports jerseys he has!

It’s a mystery to me why manufacturers feel the need to include numbers on baby boy clothes. They’re still cute.


Caleb's been practicing his basketball skills whenever the opportunity presents itself. I fish all sorts of things out of the toilet these days. Most of the time I don't run for the camera... You'll notice the empty toilet paper tube in the upper left corner, that's not my gross neglect of our personal needs, I gave up having the toilet paper at Caleb's level a few months ago. It sits on the back on the toilet now. I also usually keep the toilet seat down, but from time to time...well you know. By the way, the shirt he's wearing...number 12.