The twins have a vast selection of sleepwear. Some of it inherited from their older brother; some of it kindly given as gifts by doting grandparents, godparents and friends. Mostly, this sleepwear is in the form of traditional baby sleepsuits. You know, the kind with covered feet and poppers from head to foot? They’re a devil to put on a wriggling child but undoubtedly the cosiest form of sleepwear known to man. I’m happy to admit I’d love them to make them in my size.
Anyway, among the piles of sleepsuits, a pair of traditional pyjamas has crept in. They were a gift from the girls’ godparents and are cute in the extreme (the pyjamas, not the godparents, though they are obviously, very nice people). One pair has a picture of a very well-loved teddy on them, the other, a picture of Lola from Charlie and Lola and a caption explaining how she’s “not ever sleepy, not even at midnight o’clock”.
And here’s the thing; my little observation from this evening. With a sleepsuit on, my girls still look like babies. Albeit quite large babies, but babies nonetheless. With the pyjamas on, my babies turn into little girls. They literally look twice as old.
Don’t ask me how, or why this is but it’s true. And the really bizarre thing is, it made me feel a little sad. My tiny babies are growing up and they really aren’t babies any more. They are little girls. And let’s not forget, they are little girls with attitude. Who needs Lola? I’ve got the blonde and the brunette to contend with.