I am a slob. Especially compared to my son. I throw on jeans and a t-shirt and call myself dressed 99% of the time. It’s a wonder I can get Alex dressed so well every day when I can’t manage to find a single nice outfit for myself. His clothes selection is amazing, from over 15 polo shirts and 8 pairs of jeans, to multiple jackets and converse sneakers (in navy). Everything is teeny tiny so it’s 100 times cuter than on an adult.
Needless to say, in comparison I always look like crap. Utter crap. Even on the days when I try to get dressed up, when I blow dry my hair and put on make up, I still look like I just can’t get it together. I do my best to look cute, to look like I care about what I look like. (You know, I secretly desire to be a MILF. Shhh. Don’t tell!) When you can’t fit into 3/4 of your clothes, though, you have problem numero uno. When you find something to put on, but you have to compete with a baby wearing an adorable hat and shorts that match, you have problem numero dos. And numero dos is a big problem.
But how can I compete?
How can you not love a teeny tiny polo? Or teeny tiny Converses? Seriously, this kid has it made in the style department. Here I am, not quite a slob but definitely not looking my best, next to him, wearing his Rugby Polo:
Although, to be honest, he isn’t always well dressed. Take yesterday morning for example:
No pants and only one sock and he still beat me on the cuteness factor. Not much can compete with a baby, I’ve learned.