Yesterday, I leave to meet Gray and Dibs at Babies R Us. We had to pick some things up, you know, baby stuff. We arrive at roughly the same time, and I see Gray wearing these plaid shorts, and this hideous turtle shirt (with a stain!). Of course, I’m like, “Honey, what the hell is he wearing right now?” Sure, ok, apparently this was a backup outfit, because the little guy had an accident, but that’s beside the point. 
You can’t excuse it because it was a backup.
I spent the rest of the BRU (that’s what us hip suburban parents call it) trip thinking about how this was not the first time I’ve been concerned with his outfit. I once came home while my parents were taking care of Gray to see him in a Top Gun t-shirt and diapers. Yeah, I know, it sounds really awesome… ok… that was awesome. And, I was absurdly jealous of how awesome it was.
The point is, why do I sit and debate a $20 onesie, knowing he’ll only wear it a few times before he outgrows it? I know it doesn’t make sense, but damnit, I don’t care. So, I’ll shop regularly at places like Gap Baby, and Bubble when we lived in SF.
I proudly admit that I want my kid to look awesome all the time.
I am a snobby dad.
Skip The Youth 
so…at what point does he start wearing multiple undershirts?
When we buy him shirts that are too big – http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1211/5165360846_02bc7eea10.jpg
I seem to remember you were also pretty concerned with what we all wore in college…..
I am still concerned!
The other day my MIL said, “Well that’s your thing. You dress him preppy.” I was a little perturbed by the suggestion that I’m a mommy snob. Then I got to thinking: I make all of his baby food, I cloth diaper him, I don’t let him eat from plastic, I don’t allow sugar or refined flour, and I have a Mommy blog, the kid has his own iPhone, and he is a wiz at iPad games. Okay, so maybe he’s bound to be preppy. I’m over it. I acquiesce.