Christmas in July

Two Christmases ago, I saw these fleece pajama pants and had to get them for #5:

Not bacon, but pretty awesome: Christmas candy skulls with candy cane crossbones. He loved them.

He still loves them.

He loves these heavy black fleece pajama pants, even in July.

He loves them even though since I bought them, he’s whined about being hungry and I’ve fed him and he’s grown. A lot. Even though I expressly forbade it.

He loves them even though I’m always threatening to throw them out.

He loves them, so they’re still here.

His Christmas Capris.


19 thoughts on “Christmas in July

  1. My son does that with his pajama pants too. We finally got rid of some that he’s had since he was about 10 or 11, he’s 17 now. It is convenient to the pocketbook if they will still wear them, though!

  2. Those are great pajama pants. I would wear them till they’re shorts too! You and I must be telephathically connected because I have a draft of a post about a similar incident involving baseball pajama pants and Diego’s continuous efforts to grow up, despite my stern warning against it. Great post!

  3. I loved this post! I can relate. I had a favorite pair of jeans that I received at 3 years old. My mom repeatedly tried to throw them out when I outgrew them. I retrieved them from the garbage at least five times. Mom gave up. I still have those pants 44 years after trying them on for the first time.

  4. You mean that’s not how they’re supposed to look?

    Sshhh….Don’t tell my kids. All their pj’s look like that! And, b/c I’m cheap and they don’t seem to care, I just look the other way….

  5. Outstanding! Monkey clings to his favorite items, too. I have to give them to Goodwill while he is away at summer camp. (I know, the ultimate betrayal.) Meanwhile, Hubby swears I am shrinking things in the dryer. Whaaat? Does he not understand that Monkeys grow? 😉

    1. You absolutely have to give them to Goodwill while he’s at camp (and deny it), because they have this sixth sense for knowing when you’ve tried to get rid of their faves. They find them in the giveaway pile, or the trash, or at the neighbor’s. . .

Comment. It gives me a reason not to clean my house.

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