We resigned ourselves to the fact that Chicago is not getting an Indian summer this year, and broke out our fall/winter wardrobe this week. This is the first day D wore his winter coat. He couldn't move. Except to yawn.Getting out a new batch of clothes for Dylan is always filled with mixed emotions for me. I love pulling out the new "wardrobe" each time, but fold up each item he's outgrown with a little pang in my heart. Sad that he longer fits in what he used to, and that he's growing up so fast.
