Fashion Victim

One of the frustrating things about being a 3-month old is that you have absolutely no say in what you wear. This week my mom and dad thought it would be funny to dress me up in some wacky ensembles. Clothes that will haunt me down the road when I get the chance to live out one of my dreams: appearing on Project Runway.

Hopping Fad.

Here I am lounging in my frog pajamas. Now, they may look cute and all, but from what I've read, prints--especially animal prints--are completely out this spring.









Global warming isn't the only threat to polar bears.

Speaking of animals, this is me in my polar teddy bear coat. Forget the ethical dilemmas surrounding fur and whatnot. It's the ears on the hood that are the real travesty. I can just hear Tim Gunn now, "This troubles me. It's very costumey"




As if that wasn't ear-y enough.

Then they had to one-up the coat with the baby blue teddy bear hat. Jeez. I'm doing everything I can to salvage this look by trying out my version of Zoolander's "Blue Steele".






Pret-a-puker

After all that, my dad put me over the edge the other day with this hideous disaster. Now, each of the items in this outfit are fine by themselves. But mixing the fun yellow and brown acorn onesie with my blue and orange tiger shoes? Ugh. Then he had to add that finishing touch with white socks. Double Ugh.

As you can see, he was very proud of himself.

I, on the other hand, was not amused.