Pants problem

No, this isn't about the dog (Shelby, who Amy nicknamed Shelby Pants). This is about Reed. He has a problem. A pants problem.

See...sweatpants.

I will take the fall for starting this one. When he was small, I put him in nothing but elastic waist pants. Come on, they're more comfortable, and cheaper too. Lots of people dress their young sons in impossibly adorable and expensive pants and jeans...but not me. I went for comfort and low cost.

Consequently the poor child has not learned how to manage pants buttons. He's gotten a lot better at shirt buttons (on the rare occasions when he wears them), but he is flumoxed by his pants problem. His thin, reed-like (get it!) fingers just can't manage to properly manipulate the buttons without what he feels is Herculean effort.

Lack of practice combined with a lack of dexterity. What are you gonna do. I have decided to not be bothered by it - he'll figure it out sometime before he goes off to college (or else be outfitted solely in sports pants with elastic waists). Meanwhile he will either skip going to the bathroom (yikes) or, since his waist is so skinny, just pull his not-designed-to-be-pulled-down-without-unbuttoning pants down over his hips. I guess we should applaud his problem-solving skills.

One day, probably in the next two years or so, peer pressure will maybe get the better of him and he'll want to wear blue jeans like all the other boys. Or maybe not. But either way, no worries on this end – just smile!