Little Weed

I'm grateful for all of the hand-me-downs, but I can barely keep up with the weeding--packing away the too-smalls, searching for the just-rights, stocking the back-up drawer with the next size up. Just when I establish my favorite little outfit for him, he outgrows it. I cannot believe how fast this boy grows. The whole weed metaphor is right on. But I'd like to amend that metaphor: Mazin grows like a well-tended garden. There is a lot of cultivation going on, after all!