Don’t let anyone lie to you — purchasing tiny, cute baby clothing is a perfectly acceptable reason to have a baby.  It’s all so tiny and, well, adorable! Surely, just like dressing your dolls as a young (or middle school-aged…) girl.  But there is one thing you have to consider. And this is something that no one likes to talk about because they think it seems shallow (it’s not).  Baby boy clothing – by and large – is TERRIBLE.  Well, let me caveat that.  It’s not so much terrible as extremely heavy on the farm animals, zoo animals, stripes, space themes, primary colors, and “sayings”. So, if you’re into all that, one trip to Carters and you’re good to go.  But for the rest of you – don’t lose heart. If you are expecting a precious little boy, all hope is not lost.  You just have to be prepared to reject the monkey outfits and the hilarious quote onesies and forge into the deep abyss of the internet (and deep abyss of your pocket) to find cute baby boy clothing.

Seriously, what kind of insinuation is that?

But everyone has different tastes, so the point of this story is not to suggest you have to like what I like (even if it is adorable!) , the point is that babies also know what’s up with fashion.  So, here you have it.  A couple of days a week, I workout at The Dailey Method in Newport Beach (my addiction to this workout is another story).  They have childcare on site, so Noah usually comes with me and plays with the other kids for an hour while I’m in class… or at least that’s what I THOUGHT they did in there.  One morning, I decided to dress Noah up in his usual Peek jeans and a t-shirt casual-Monday look.  But this Monday was different — I had an accessory! Anyone with a baby boy should know that accessorizing boy outfits is a whole other level.  No cute headbands or baby-sized necklaces.  But, I had just purchased some adorable baby moccasins from BabyGap that I thought were perfect for someone who needed to add a little flair to their style, yet required zero functionality from footwear.  And in all fairness they’re probably more “baby girl” than “unisex” anyway.

Our whole drive to class, Noah was mesmerized by his shoelaces — I don’t think he’d ever seen anything like them before.  He kept trying to untie them but wasn’t really able to get a firm grasp.  I took him to the daycare room and went to class. After my workout, I went to pick up Noah and found him sitting in the middle of the floor playing with a germy toy.  Barefoot.  I walked over to  him and stopped in my tracks – “Where are his shoes?” I asked the babysitter.  “Oh..,” she started, “the other kids took his shoes off of him.  I finally got them away from them and  just put them in your bag…”  I turned to Noah, who looked unfazed by his mugging experience.  So, at 7-months old that is how Noah got jumped for his shoes in daycare.

the coveted kicks