Family History: Baby’s First Hat

Call me crazy, but I like guys in hats. They’re in our family history, I guess you can say. Both my grandfathers wore hats. Even though I was young, I remember how my paternal grandfather would, with one sweeping hand, take it off to scratch his bald head, just to nestle it neatly back on. The mechanics of that movement took maybe 5 seconds flat. It was amazing.

After my beloved Papi passed away, I took one of his old beanies home. It stayed in my closet, tucked in a corner, when on hard days I could press it close to my face and smell all my family history in the fabric. The smell has since passed on, but my Papi’s hat still remains. And finally, although indeed there were other hats in between, Daddy D was wearing a baseball cap the night I met him. I fell in love and the rest is history.

When we learned our second child was a boy, the hunt for his first hat began. Sure, we had received a ton of hand-me-downs, which include several cute beanies and such. My best friend gifted Sebastian a hat, as well. But when it comes to our family’s history, I waited until I found the perfect hat to call my boy’s first.

This blinged out “B” baseball hat, found at H&M last summer, just about made me melt when I saw it. Since our last name starts with a B, it fit our family perfectly. For months it sat displayed in Sebastian’s nursery (which I still have to write a post on; it is adorable!). I would look at his first hat, a sweet infant baseball cap, while I was rocking him and think of all the history of hats that Sebastian was born into. This might sound really silly, but I honestly cannot think of the men in my life without hats – sporting hats or otherwise.

I can’t believe Sebastian’s big ol’ head won’t fit into his adorable infant baseball cap much longer. He’ll be wearing it often in these coming days, just so I can take as many pictures as possible. Then it will be displayed for us to remember how small he used to be. These kids grow too fast!