Big Boy Clothes

We're big fans of dressing Evan in full-body onesies with feet, especially since the weather has been a bit cold recently. You don't have to worry about socks falling off, they don't ride up leaving bellies and legs exposed, they're really easy to put on and take off, and we happen to have a lot of them. Recently, however, we've been getting a lot of subtly-snide remarks to the tune of "Oh, what a cute little boy, and he's already wearing his pajamas." They're comfy and practical clothing... why do they have to be pajamas? The kid can't walk, so why would he need socks and shoes? And for what reason on Earth do baby clothes have pockets?! Evan doesn't have the dexterity to operate a pocket, and even if he did anything small enough to fit in one would be a significant choking hazard. Mark my words, baby clothes with pockets are a class action lawsuit waiting to happen. When I think of the unnecessary suffering of babies who gagged on marbles and tiny plastic farm animals they hid from their parents in their utterly-superfluous pockets it makes me sick.

Steph has to deal with this issue (the pajama comments, not the choking on plastic farm animals) a lot more often than I do, though, so she caved and went out and bought him a couple more pairs of tiny pants yesterday. (Did I mention that we hardly have any pants that fit him anymore? That might be a factor in our onesie obsession.) Here he is in one of them:

I suppose it was unrealistic to assume that Evan could wear one-piece outfits forever. And I have to admit that he is quite adorable in big boy clothes.