I might get a little controversial here.
Up until now, (I'm ashamed to say) I was always envious of those people who could afford to dress their baby in $80 outfits and put bows in their kids' hair everyday because, well, it was freaking adorable.
(Keeping in mind that I am omiting people who have to buy spendy clothes because their child is rocking the belly that only children can rock...)
Then there's my kid who's
It's not like we are scraping to get by and living on 50 lb bags of rice and beans. We just know that spending our money on clothes she won't fit in next week is a waste. I mean really. Finding it at a garage sale, fine (yes, my child wears garage sale clothing. Bask in it.). We will wear the nice brands. But I'm not making my way to NYC to buy these things. Is that where you go to buy nice stuff or did I just make that up?
It grinds my beans that people are now using their kids' fashion as a defining factor of the way they live their life. To brag about their class. For goodness sakes, who are you trying to fool?!
We know your kid puked all over an outfit today so you quick threw on something else. Why try so hard to hide the mess?? I mean yes, change them into something clean or dry or whatever; but don't get frustrated because they ruined the outfit that you spent the equivalent of last month's mortgage on. The park really isn't worried about the riding boots or (big-enough-to-eat-their-head) bow your little nugget is hating you for.
It makes me laugh when people dress their child in a way that makes them appear as though they don't play. Or get dirty. I laugh because your child hates the scratchy wool coat that you're making them wear because it looks cute in pictures.
(Please excuse me while I wipe the crusty squash from my child's face. Classy.)
You change their outfits from one J.Crew to the next with a look of oh, no big deal when we all know you're thinking for the love of God PLEASE tell me you didn't just crap all over yourself and your Armani onsie. Now I have to get the garage code and my social security number to pry you out of that thing.
I used to be embarrassed to say that my kiddo was wearing a plain white onsie with hot pink pants because the shirt that matched said pants got too small and this looked just fine. (At least she still looked like a girl.) But then I remembered that she's going to daycare and her friends really don't care. I mean, even if they could talk, they probably wouldn't be saying Oh. Em. Gee. Kylie, where did you get your bangles and infinity scarf? Because she wouldn't be wearing them anyway.
While you are busy getting your child's accessories on, I am busy getting that last load of laundry done so my kid can re-wear the outfit she wore to daycare two weeks ago (if it still fits) *GASP!*.
Am I ashamed? Nope. She grows out of everything so quickly that I couldn't keep up anyhow. Plus, her perfect skin, thick hair, and big baby blues make her the cutest dang kiddo in the room anyhow.
When she gets older and hits some kind of plateau with this whole growing gig, maybe we'll move up to a nicer brand (Walmart anyone? (I am totally kidding people. I hope you're not taking me seriously)). Heck, I'll even let her pick out her own clothes! Princess dresses all around.
Let your kid be comfortable.
I said it.
*End scene - bow*
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