i hate a jon jon.
you know, the one piece uni-suits for little boys? they usually have some sweet embroidery of a full train scene (or something way crazier like these designs?!?!) across the chest or even, god forbid, smocking (i think i just threw up in my mouth). i have seen poor, sweet 5 year old boys wearing these things and i go back and forth between being afraid they are going to get beat up for wearing them, and actually wanting to beat them up myself (note: joking. i do not want to beat up anyone under the age of 21).
let me say that i have friends that i adore who dress their children in these and it in no way makes me think less of them. i would say approximately 100% of these moms have better taste and style than me in general. i think i can understand the sweet, classic appeal of these little man-rompers, but give me old navy cargos and a tiny tee shirt any day.
yesterday i picked judah up from my parents. during the summer he stays with them 1 or 2 nights a week. all parties involved LOVE this setup. but it's always fun to see what he comes home wearing. 90% of the time it's his own clothes, but every now and then judah is in some little gem that my mom has kept from my little brother's old wardrobe. maybe the reason i needed to pummel tripp so much growing up was because he was bedecked in a crotch-snapping uni-suit. hmmmm...
1987. (the perm: why, mom, why?) tripp is wearing a rocking purple dinosaur appliqued jon jon from none other than chocolate soup. i remember seing this store at lenox mall and being so excited to go inside. i mean, if they made soup using chocolate, what other crazy fun things were going on in there?!?! this was my first brush with false advertising and the moment i became a jaded consumer.
so imagine my feelings when i saw judah wearing this very item yesterday (sans purple short sleeve dress-undershirt). my first instinct was to grab a bag to catch the forthcoming vomit in. then i realized that my gag reflex wasn't engaging. that's strange. i looked closer. he didn't look disgusting. one more closer look. hey, he actually looked cute!
my mom swears judah pitched a fit to wear this all weekend, "i wun die-sewers!" and that he really loved the crotch-snaps for all his potty training needs (my parents house is a bastion for potty-learning). whether it was her or him, i dont really care, because i am either losing my mind or my little guy really ROCKED the jon-jon. and yes, 50% of the cuteness is that he looks like a total nerdy-bomb...i havent lost myself completely, now.
just a stegosaurus and a brachiosaurus foraging on my son's abdomen. no big deal.
"dad, are you sure this is okay, fashion-wise?"
his purple dinosaurs match his purple (formerly barbie jammin jeep) powerwheel. yay for breaking down gender color stereotypes!
AG! freaking so 1923, but i dont even care. i love it! it's vintage, yall.
struttin'
ok, he's doing underwear model poses. shut it down. but seriously, the kid loves himself, and you kind of can't blame him.
i think this only works for me because it's a rarity and because it's so hot. the boy deserves as much airflow as possible up in there; especially since we make him keep his blonde heat helmet on at all times. we will NOT be rocking this with a turtleneck come cooler weather.
am i a total hypocrite? do you so judge me or the jon jons? are you a die-hard jon jon lover? (if so, please extol their virtues here!) is there any other kids fashion movement that you despise?
romp on, my little man. romp on.
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