Dressing an infant is harder than putting reindeer antlers on a cat.
How hard can it be, really? All of these clothes are so tiny and cute and irresistible. I bet he can't wait to wear those mini corduroy pants, the holiday suspenders, the button down plaid shirt with ones-ie snaps, the paperboy cap. Babies actually don't like it when you put anything over their heads, blacking out their baby vision for seconds at a time, contort their infant arms to fit into doll-sized sleeves, or leave their thumb snagged at the shoulder while shoving the rest of their hand into an arm hole. They don't enjoy the pulling on of pants, one leg at a time, hiking them up over their diaper tushies to sit high on their waist like an 80-year old at a pool party.
Socks are just as tricky. These should come with duct tape or velcro attachment, the way moms bind their mittens to their children's coats. I see a patent in my future. They shouldn't even bother to make baby socks with the "suggestion" of a heel, this is simply to humiliate you. Socks tend to make their way down off the foot and act more like dangling toe warmers before you lose them entirely, shedding socks and pacifiers like breadcrumbs, as you stroll through the house. It's easier to get a blind-drunk bachelorette party casualty wearing a penis headdress to hail a cab than it is to wrestle an infant into a sweater.
I'm happy summer is coming. He's going to spend a lot of time in the buff. No snaps required.