And Then I Stepped in Gum . . .

Monday, November 08, 2004

My Little Fashion Victim

We had a bee-yoo-tee-ful weekend down here in Mobile. Highs in the low 70s, sunshine, a coolness to the air . . . it was fantastic! And finally, time to break out the long sleeves and pants! So I get to get out all the little outfits I bought on clearance at the beginning of the summer for Ian. The only problem is that at the beginning of the summer, he was just so much more of a baby than he is now. So I may have made some fashion faux pas in regard to him.

The biggest one became evident yesterday. I dressed him in this cute one-piece coverall sprinkled with cars and keys. Navy blue knit with red and yellow cars. Snaps down the front, but not all the way. The first thing Katie did when she saw him was mock him: "He looks like he's wearing jammies." Dave chimed in. I told them to hush -- I didn't want Ian to think the outfit was jammies and refuse to wear it. We went off for our outing (a cornfield maze and some shopping).

Then while we were shopping, at about 4 p.m., a gentleman walked past Ian, looked him up and down, and proclaimed, "Looks like somebody's ready for bed." "They're really not supposed to be pajamas," I protested weakly. I mean, I know they're not supposed to be pajamas, because they had a little tag on them that clearly stated they were not to be used as sleepwear. So obviously, they can't really look like pajamas, right?

Then we went to a bookstore and putzed around for a long time. When we'd finally (mostly) gotten our fill, we headed home. In talking to Dave, I conceded that, all right, I might decide to relegate the outfit to jammies status. "Why?" he asked. "Because of the comment that woman made in the bookstore?" He hadn't even heard the one in the other store.

Sigh. OK, so maybe he's not such a baby anymore. At least he still looks cute in overalls.