CONWAY — I am thinking of starting a new magazine called Baby GQ.
The first cover boy will be my newest nephew. Never mind that he isn’t scheduled to be born until January, his wardrobe already is impeccable, thanks to his family.
Sister-in-law had a family baby shower earlier this month for Baby Smith. (Suggestions for names now being accepted.)
If you were in a 30-mile radius of Bryant, you probably heard oohs and ahhhs as gift after gift was unwrapped at Nana’s house.
Baby Smith is nestled within the belly of a style maven, to begin with. Sister-in-law knows how to put together a look.
We dare not buy a frumpy fashion or gaudy garment for this kid.
In her sweater, trendy necklace, scarf, cute maternity jeans and high-heeled shoes (!) at the baby shower, she pulled out cute outfit after cute outfit, along with the baby basics.
There was the precious little Gap jean jacket from yours truly, along with a polka-dot outfit with a monkey on it from a children’s boutique (no baby is well-dressed, in my opinion, without monkey wear of some kind.)
From other guests there were the soft plaid shirt, Polo onesie, khakis, vests, khakis and cable-knit sweater.
Baby Smith is all set on tiny jeans to go over his diapered bottom. My brother bought what he considered the essential outfit — a Dallas Cowboys onesie. Sister-in-law’s mother put a boy and girl Razorback outfit on hold at a store until she found out “it” was a “he.”
We’ve got to get him something from Lyon College, the University of Central Arkansas and Arkansas State University to represent alma maters in the family, too.
My brother picked out a shirt that declares his son loves golf — the brainwashing begins.
This kid already has fashion from across the country — I bought him an “I (heart) New York” onesie this summer in Manhattan, and sister-in-law’s parents found a precious outfit while in Wyoming that had a moose on the backside with the embroidered words “Trailing a little behind.”
In addition to a couple of stylish three-piece outfits, my mom bought him a red-and-black long-sleeved onesie with a moose on it that declared “Here Comes Trouble.” The moose motif was prevalent because, (and my brother may kill me for saying this) Moose or Moosie is my dad’s nickname for my brother, based on a child actor from the ’70s.
Other older mothers like me at the shower remarked at how much cuter the boy clothes are these days than when we were raising sons.
Then there were the shoes — tiny tennis shoes and a pair of camouflaged boots from his Auntie Kim that were too cute for words.
(Although with the measurement of his foot from the ultrasound, he may have to start off with toddler sizes.)
At this rate, Baby Smith is going to have to make a wardrobe change every hour to wear all this stuff.
When he gets tired of being dressed up like a doll, he can slip on another shirt he got at the shower: “That’s it — I’m calling Nana.”