Shipping Protection

Let me be clear about my intentions: I bought this purely to make my sister laugh. I assumed it would go on for eleven minutes, generate one photo, and get shoved in a drawer with the reindeer antlers headband. Instead he slept in it. Then he slept in it again. Then I found myself doing an emergency wash on a Tuesday because he wouldn't settle in anything else. My baby has chosen his personality and it is small green man who resents December, and honestly? Respect.

Reporting back after a month because I wanted to give it a fair trial. Six washes. No shrinking, no fading, no weird pilling around the bum, no stretched-out neckline. Most baby clothes at this price go sad and grey after four goes through the machine. This one still feels like the day it arrived, which is annoying because I now have to admit my husband was right that it was worth the extra

I hovered over the buy button for two days because of the price. When it arrived, the fabric had actual weight to it — it's not that thin, slightly translucent stuff that makes you feel a bit sad. It feels like something you'd get in a proper baby shop, not something that arrives in a plastic sleeve smelling of a warehouse. I'd pay it again. I have paid it again, for my friend's baby

Sizing note for the anxious: she's always been stuck between sizes, always. I followed the chart, sized up like it said, and it's perfect — snug enough to be safe, roomy enough that she's not going to grow out of it before New Year. She has room in there. She has real estate. She lies in it with her arms out like she's surveying property she owns and is deeply unimpressed by.

I want to say something slightly less funny than the other reviews. She was five months old and it was our first Christmas and I was so tired I don't remember most of December. But I remember taking that photo — her in this thing, scowling in the good way, fairy lights behind her. It's still on the fridge. She's a year and a half now and completely different and I look at it every single morning. It's four seconds of a month I otherwise lost. Worth every cent for that alone.

Nobody warns you that the real enemy of new parenthood is a garment with buttons at 3:14am. This has proper snaps and they go the right way. I have changed this baby in near-total darkness, one-handed, while making the sound of a dying kettle, and it took forty seconds. Whoever designed the closure has been there. That's the whole review.