Every year beginning on the first day of fall, when teachers start telling the children stories of cool, crisp air, hay rides, and raking up leaves only to come inside for a cup of cocoa to warm up afterward, Ben starts asking me when it's going to be cold enough to wear footie pajamas.
The problem is - we live in Georgia. It's actually almost never cold enough to wear footie pajamas. At least certainly not the first couple of
But then there's that first cold snap of the season. This year it came as October turned into November, earlier than usual. Naturally, as I perused the weather forecast and casually mentioned that it was going to be getting "cold" (for Georgia anyway!), Ben perked right up. "So I get to wear my footies!?"
You see, he loves those things.
Ben isn't a small kid. So as the years have passed, it has become increasingly more difficult to find footies that fit him. We've tried to suggest that maybe he's getting to big for footies. He protests. Not in a whiny, baby-like way or anything. He just really and truly loves footie pajamas. He's all about comfort. And I guess, for him, they are the ultimate.
To me, they were always kind of like a straight-jacket. But I guess differing opinions are what make the world go 'round, right?
I've blogged about the footies before. He insisted on wearing them to Pajama Day in kindergarten last year. I fretted and worried and agonized over the decision. I just knew the other kids were going to make fun of him. I just knew he'd be the only kid wearing them. Lo and behold I was wrong (as is usually the case when I worry). No one cared, other people wore them, and life was just as peachy after Pajama Day as it was before. (And some of us, namely me, came out of it a little wiser.)
Fast forward to first grade. Last weekend, following on the heels of what will forever be remembered as the "kidney stone week", Ben went on his first camping trip with the RA's at church. He was going without a parent, under the supervision of other adults, in the company of dozens of other little boys all the same age or older than him. Naturally, it was during one of the coldest nights we'd had so far this season. When I mentioned that fact out loud, Ben, once again, lit up. "Well that's no problem! I'll just wear my footie pajamas."
I could feel my worries rising up from the depths. I tried to squelch them with the reminder that last year Pajama Day went off without a hitch, so maybe the camping trip wouldn't be any different. It didn't work. My mind raced - But it's a year later! He's a year older! Is it going to be okay? Should I make him wear different ones? Even though, honestly, they probably are the warmest things he owns.
Determined to let him learn his own lessons, whether the hard way or not, I packed his footies in his duffle bag and kissed him goodbye for 24 hours.
I could hardly wait to hear from him when he got home. My first question: "So....Ben....did anyone....like your footies?"
He said, "Someone told me they were baby pajamas, but I just said 'No they aren't. Anyone can wear them.'" And that was it. End of conversation(s).
Why? Why do I underestimate my children so much? They are self-confident, logical little people. If someone ridicules them, they don't buckle and fold. They offer a well-thought-out rebuttal and go on with their footie-pajama-wearing selves.
That is just one of many, many reasons I love their little one-piece-pj-wearing souls.
In light of my confident little seven year old with the body of at least an eight year old, I hereby deem my Simple Pleasure today "Footie Pajamas". Because, if I'm being honest, I do love them too. (On my kids...not on my hot-flashin' self.)
And in honor of Footie Pajama love, I sneaked into each of the kids rooms, turned the light on, and snapped a shot of them sleeping in their footies.
Oops...woke Sarah up. You'll just have to take my word that those are footies.
If anyone is interested, Sears carries boys footie pajamas up to size 12 (!). And it has recently come to my attention that they sell adult-sized ones at Target (at least for ladies). I guess Ben was right - anyone can wear footies.
Sharing the Simple Pleasure of Footie Pajamas and My Kids that Love Them with Dayle at