As a wardrobe stylist, my most favorite “clients” to dress are my children. Let’s be real: Everything is infinitely cuter when it’s pint-sized. I’ve had so much fun dressing my 2-year-old daughter since she was a tiny babe, and I remember having so many moms of boys commenting about how lucky I was to get to dress a girl, because boy’s clothes weren’t nearly as fun.
But now that I have a little boy, I have to say I don’t agree at all! Sure, boy’s clothes are a bit simpler, but that doesn’t mean that dressing them can’t be fun too!
Here are some simple tips to spice up your little man’s ensembles.
There is something about finding out you’re pregnant for the second time that brings with it a whole new batch of worries. You’re not a complete novice at this parenting thing, because you already have one kid, but the idea of balancing being a mom to two…well, that just seems like a whole new ball game filled with extra challenges. Believe me…I’ve been there. I currently have a two-and-a-half year old and an almost 3-month-old, so I know these fears well, and I thought it might be helpful to write an open letter to all of you mamas out there who are waiting on that second baby to arrive.
I am so thankful that baby registries exist, because without one (along with the generosity of friends and their hand-me-downs!) we wouldn’t have had many of the important baby gear items we needed for our daughter when she arrived. Swaddle blankets, bottles, binkies, and even diapers were all given to us, and it was wonderful!
With our second child, I didn’t register, because we already had most of the things we needed, but if I were creating a dream registry wish list, there are a few unconventional things I would include…
I was one of those women who swore up and down that I would never be “that mom.” You know…the one that dresses her kids in matching outfits. And then I had my second child, and it was all over. I mean…have you seen how cute two tiny people in coordinating outfits looks? The level of adorable is kind of unreal. And thus, I’ve totally become “that mom” and I’m not even the teensiest bit sorry about it, because it’s cute.