Z is not meant for socks. Or shoes. And now, my new discovery - 2 piece jammies.
Since Z was just a few weeks old he has despised socks and shoes. It takes every thing I've got to get socks on him, and then they get kicked off within minutes of landing on his feet. He will kick and fuss, and be just miserable until the socks are off. Well, this morning I unzipped his sleep sack and there are two bare little legs waving around. In the bottom of the sack, in a scrunched little ball are his jammie pants.
Tricky little boy!