Shopping for Mr. Meh--clothing unfairness starts early

I realized the other day, that Mr. Meh is about to outgrow all his clothes! It's happened overnight. Suddenly, all his onesies are rather snug and I need to pull on them to clasp them. All his shirts are snug too. He's still fine with pants. His shoes are too small. He needs a bigger and wider pair.

I took care of the shoes easily at Stride Rite. Well, it took me two and a half tries. The first time while I was on vacation last week, Ivan and I drove to Montgomery Mall. Except that he was too tired and fell asleep in the car. He must have been really tired because his entire body was slumped forward in the car seat, which I've seen only on several occasions when he's been extremely tired. I couldn't wake him up. I parked the car in the garage, turned it off--at this point, he usually wake up--got the stroller out of the trunk, unclasped Mr. Meh's hooks and nothing. He did not budge. I felt bad, so I reversed the entire process (hooked him up, returned the stroller to the trunk, started the car) and drove home.

The following day, we returned to the mall. We went to stride rite. And yeap, he's foot grew from 4 1/2 to 5. And it's no longer a medium but a wide. Those pudgy feet are just too chubby and fat. No wonder he gets serious imprints on his skin from his shoes. I found the shoes I wanted but the store didn't have them.

So I ordered them online.

But all this shoe-talk caused me to digress. I really wanted to tackle clothes. Even at the tender and young age of 18 months, unfairness begins---75% of clothes selection for girls, and some miserly selection for the boys.

I went to Old Navy and the Children's Place. It was mainly because I had gift cards for those two stores, but actually they are the stores I would've gone to anyway.

Old Navy was disappointing (unless you're a girl interested in all shades of pink). I didn't want to get a polo shirt. (I had bought a bunch of them at the beginning of summer thinking they would be cool, but then, as my mom pointed out, shirts with collars are too hot for Mr. Meh for the summer).

So I was on a T-shirt hunt. I just wanted a plain T-shirt in a color. The color even wasn't that important. But all they had were T-shirts with those big plastic pictures glued (screened?) onto the shirt with some bold saying or some action-packed imagery that I didn't care for. So I left the store empty handed.

The ChiIdren's Place was a similar story---great pink selection for girls; almost denada for boys. And there was absolutely nothing left of summer T-shirts on sale. Instead, I bought two long-sleeved thick onesies--one white, the other greeen, both with stripes--for the fall.

Maybe I should really dust of that sewing machine I got two Christmases ago and learn to sew. T-shirt for Ivan sound like a good project.