I spy with my little eye...

People often ask me if I speak to my son in English. Well, when I was pregnant I guess my son was unwittingly exposed to English language. I told my students to speak perfect English and use only good grammar round my belly. I sometimes sing to him and read in English. I believe in nurturing young talents. I got my first English Dictionary when I was a little girl and it dazzled me with its pictures and bright captions. I will be eternally grateful to my parents who instilled the passion to learn English in me and took proper care to foster my talent. 
My son's first picture dictionary is made of a wooden board I found in an antique shop and decorated with alphabet flashcards (unfortunately A-T only) If it evinces his interest  I'll be more than happy. 

Hand-me-downs or hang-me-ups?

As a typical hoarder I always have a problem with getting rid of redundant stuff. In terms of clothes I keep them just in case I might shed a few kilos, or make some alterations, or in hope for a miraculous comeback in fashion. And you know what? I DID shed 7 kilos, therefore HAD TO make SOME alterations, and some of my clothes are so 90' that they fall into the Vintage category. Hehe.

As for my son's clothes, I handed some of them to my friends' children and kept some in case God endows me with one more son. For the time being, I've decided to hang the cutest ones up to remind me of how small he was. An there they are, in his room, above his bed.