When my daughter became old enough to a) reliably fit into things for at least a year and b) not destroy her clothing like a pureed-food goblin, I started to think a bit harder about her wardrobe. The ‘leggings and a onesie’ standard baby uniform is fine – functional, practical, a diaper blowout or strained carrot disaster isn’t the end of the world. As she got older, though, I really wanted to step things up a bit.
Shopping small for the small
Shopping small for the small
Shopping small for the small
When my daughter became old enough to a) reliably fit into things for at least a year and b) not destroy her clothing like a pureed-food goblin, I started to think a bit harder about her wardrobe. The ‘leggings and a onesie’ standard baby uniform is fine – functional, practical, a diaper blowout or strained carrot disaster isn’t the end of the world. As she got older, though, I really wanted to step things up a bit.