That being said, I have managed to learn a few tricks over the last bunch of years, and one of them is this:
Only dress an infant once in a day's time, unless they poop up to their armpits, and then you should clean them up and start over.
But in a day sans armpit poop, seriously: only dress the infant once. Dressing an infant is akin to trying to dress a kitten.
And even if you feel you've made a mistake in choosing how to dress the infant, for heaven's sake just
I speak from experience. I'm on my third infant so I should know something about these things, but I still can't get it right. In all fairness, I'm adjusting to living in a world where none of the clothes fit my kid. I grabbed a onesie and a pair of pants to put on Half-Pint today. I could tell the pants would be a little long, but that's what you get for having short, curvy legs. And besides, I thought, I could just pull them up higher on her waist.
They went up around her waist, alright, and her legs were still swimming around, lost in a sea of excess fabric. I pulled the pants up higher, around her chest. Her ribcage measures small, so even though the length was adjusted they were now too baggy. Remember that part about taking a picture to laugh at them later? Ready, set, go! Oh well. Everybody needs to take a day now and again to look like Fred Mertz.
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