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The thing with babies was, they grew - and they grew fast.
Devon and Ellie were doctors, they knew the rate Madeline would be growing at, when her check-ups were needed, when her milestones - both medical and personal - were coming up. Together, they were an intelligent pair of parents who would do anything for the kid they loved with everything they had.
But even the best of parents were stymied sometimes, and especially where clothes were concerned. Though he'd been able to find a few outfits for Madeline when he dropped off a bag of her newborn clothes for future kids in the children's office, she still went through a lot of them - as laundry day always proved - and they needed more.
Baby clothes shopping wasn't as fun when it was spent standing in front of a cardboard box hoping to get more than the dozen outfits Devon already had. Not to mention trying to find larger sizes for when Madeline inevitably grew over the months coming up. Ellie would be trying to find some herself later on, but Devon actually kind of enjoyed it. Annoying or not.
He picked out a yellow and pink polka dotted onesie from the box, satisfied enough by the 3-6 months tag. What came out next was a plain white t-shirt that would probably have made Chuck proud.
Devon held it out in front of him, checked the tag, then shrugged and added it to the pile. Being picky was the last thing he could really afford when it came to having enough clothes after Madeline had thrown up, spit up, or drooled on every last thing she owned.
Devon and Ellie were doctors, they knew the rate Madeline would be growing at, when her check-ups were needed, when her milestones - both medical and personal - were coming up. Together, they were an intelligent pair of parents who would do anything for the kid they loved with everything they had.
But even the best of parents were stymied sometimes, and especially where clothes were concerned. Though he'd been able to find a few outfits for Madeline when he dropped off a bag of her newborn clothes for future kids in the children's office, she still went through a lot of them - as laundry day always proved - and they needed more.
Baby clothes shopping wasn't as fun when it was spent standing in front of a cardboard box hoping to get more than the dozen outfits Devon already had. Not to mention trying to find larger sizes for when Madeline inevitably grew over the months coming up. Ellie would be trying to find some herself later on, but Devon actually kind of enjoyed it. Annoying or not.
He picked out a yellow and pink polka dotted onesie from the box, satisfied enough by the 3-6 months tag. What came out next was a plain white t-shirt that would probably have made Chuck proud.
Devon held it out in front of him, checked the tag, then shrugged and added it to the pile. Being picky was the last thing he could really afford when it came to having enough clothes after Madeline had thrown up, spit up, or drooled on every last thing she owned.