Oh, Spotty Dog...how I love you Spotty Dog.
I found Spotty Dog outfit before Jacob was born, just hanging there ready to be purchased. I don't know what it was, exactly, that I loved about it, the blue stripes maybe? The fuzzy puppy dog? Might have been the cute little paw prints right on the rump, but either way, I loved it. My love was crushed, though, when the only one left was the wrong size AND had a big tear around the dog. I was thrilled months later when my mother's neighbor at that time presented me with Spotty Dog all wrapped in blue paper and ribbons AND it was the right size. Spotty Dog was a constant fixture in the boy's drawers their first three months. Jacob had his first portraits taken in it:
Before Elizabeth was born I fetched it, washed it, and folded it lovingly in the chiffarobe ready for our new baby's arrival. I even thought of it not long after she was born and was just a tad sad that Spotty Dog would sit lonely, unworn, with no baby boy to wear it.
But then I thought, why can't my daughter wear it?
So I dressed my daughter in Spotty Dog and enjoyed it all day.
I have never had so much fun as when confusing the church ladies we ran into at the supermarket who now don't know whether we have a boy or a girl and were too afraid to ask....