Four days into this whole all-day-with-L thing, I have identified the most challenging part of the experience.

It’s not diaper-duty, keeping the baby occupied or even the whole bathing/cleaning thing. It’s also not the whole changing thing—after some initial debacles, I’ve pretty much mastered the process of administering onesies.

No, the toughest part of my time with L is the act of selecting which combination of onesie, pants and socks in which to dress her. My challenge is being my daughter’s stylist.

I’m certainly no Rachel Zoe. When it comes to style, I haven’t evolved much beyond ape. I’m the guy who wears mesh shorts and t-shirts out in public, the dude who’d wear running socks with dress shoes, then pair them with one of those boxy button-down shirts that make men look like we’re carrying guns, guts or both.

In short, my wife has frequently considered nominating me for a makeover on “What Not to Wear.”

Presented with this evidence, it’s no surprise that I’m so challenged when matching clothes for L. The other day, I paired her yellow onesie with blue pants. The day before that, I matched a green top and brown pants with purple socks.

Today, even after I vowed to write about these shortcomings, I opted for perhaps my most disjointed outfit yet: a blue onesie, purple pants and an orange hat.

Readers, help me.

Are there any books designed to make dads better at this whole dressing-baby thing? Does Carson Kressley make house calls? Is it totally lame and eviscerating to ask Powergirl to lay out L’s outfits before she (my wife) heads off to work?

In any event, some of you might remember my post about people mistaking L for a boy. At the time, I blamed these dolts for being thick-headed and blind to the color pink. Now, however, it’s clear there is an entirely different cause for the confusion: me. I just hope I can pull it together before L heads off to kindergarten (you know, in four years).