Monday, July 22, 2013

Getting Into a Groove: Part Two: Dressing Baby

Hi Friends!

Today I am going to talk about clothes. Not my clothes of course, as most of them I have little to no hope in hell of fitting in again (but to be fair, they barely fit before K..haha). No no, I want to talk about those cute adorable baby clothes! You know those little itty bitty, deathly cute; hats, pants, shirts, shorts, shoes, baby socks...

All dressed and ready to go home!
Before K, I had dreams of my little guy being the most adorably dressed baby in the history of the babies! I imagined baby modelling agencies lined up down the hall, fighting over who would get to represent the cutest baby on the block (nay, the world)! Strangers would stop and swoon over how incredibly well dressed my perfectly smiling infant was. Fast forward to March 17th, as I sit on my hospital bed, adorable baby sleeper in hand, staring down at this frightened little human, wondering how on earth I'm going to get those flailing but surprisingly rigid arms and legs into this cute little number. I sized up my challenge, and got to work. 15 minutes later... I had it over his head. It would be another 10 or so minutes before I wrangled his arms and legs into those impossibly small arm and leg tubes. As I sat back admiring a job well done, I realized that this sleeper was ridiculously large for my not-so-tiny bundle of joy and while he looked cute as can be, it was a far cry from being the most adorable thing I have ever seen on a baby. I knew that there was another smaller (and probably much cuter) outfit packed in the diaper bag, but at that moment I realized that I didn't give a poop about whether or not he had a cute outfit. He could be wearing a paper bag for all I cared, I was NOT going to go through the ordeal of squishing, and squirming and slipping and sliding my newborn into another outfit. Poof! Went any desire to dress my baby to the title of the next fresh face of Baby GAP.

As a matter of fact, you could say Poof! Went any desire to dress my baby at all... for the first few weeks of K's life, this is how he remained...
With a bod like that, who needs clothes!

Now the only problem with the "no clothes, no problems" technique is that there comes a time in every baby's life when he have to brave the chilly April weather and face the scruntinous public eye (in our case it was to H&R Block to do our taxes). Unfortunately, prior to this little outing we had not realized that we really had very few (read: none) outfits that fit our little guy, so this was Baby's First Outfit...
Who doesn't like Erkel pants?
Hahaha..Strike 2 for the whole Baby Gap thing.

Now, we've come a long way since that first attempt at dressing and I'm happy to report that not only do we have a larger selection of size appropriate clothing, but we dress K daily! I have also come to realize that Baby K doesn't need all the newest, greatest, most GAP worthy clothing to look absolutely adorable, and while I don't have agents lined up around the block to sign my little rockstar, I DO get stopped by strangers on the street to swoon over, not how well dressed he is, but how freakin' beautiful HE is (one proud mummy here!).  




That being said, I was out shopping the other day and picked up some rockin' baby clothes from Baby Gap, a couple of those cute mini-man outfits, (you know, the kind Pre-K me had imagined filling my little guy's closet). I was excited to get them all washed up so that I could play dress up with my little man. As I picked up my little GAP model to admire the celeb-worthy outfit, a week's worth of drool came pouring out of his cute little grin. On went the clashing, but only clean bib we had, and gone was the picture perfect outfit. As a matter of fact, within a 1/2 hr I was peeling off that impressively soaked button-up mini-me shirt and K was yet again topless... C'est la vie! But wouldn't you know it, even without those wildly adorable baby britches, he is still the most adorable baby in the entire world! 

Until next time!
-A
K's brief stint as a Baby Gap Model

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