Clothes

The sun is shining brightly in Krish's room. He lies on a tummy time mat, looking around at the decor on the walls. I'm sitting next to him with a pile of clothes next to me. I'm sorting through his wardrobe and organizing "party" clothes from "kick it" clothes. I arrive at a stack of onesies, decorated with frogs, monkeys and giraffes. These will go into a ziploc bag labeled "newborn". Krish can no longer wear these. They are small. His first set of clothes are small for him. I cry. My son's getting bigger.