Last week, these pink converse went on a little trip.
Liquid courage was needed. Decaf, of course. Yay for liking coffee again!
Baby Crap Central was our destination. Buy Buy Baby, while awesome, is completely overwhelming. Who knew there was more than one kind of baby nose picker? Or that you could need/obviously need a humidifier shaped like an elephant? The options for needless baby nonsense are endless.
The husband was in charge of the "gun" while we register. See that evil gleam in his eye?
I'm going to let you guess who picked out these gems.
We got some great ideas and picked out some things I think the wee one will enjoy. It's kind of a weird responsibility to be in charge of setting up someone else's entire life. So far, he's getting no say in his bed (because we picked one that will last him until college), his clothes (pretty sure he's wearing whatever his grandmothers buy him until he's 30), or his sleeping choice (dude will be swaddled).
Even though I can't set up his nursery, yet (the back bedroom is still serving as part of the impromptu kitchen), I like to take out his baby things from time to time. They're so small and sweet.
Norwich onesie from my brother-in-law and monster hat (complete with ears!) from childhood best friend. Sweet snugglies from Grammy and Aunt Laura.
Stuffed VEGETABLES!!! How cool are these?? IKEA rocks. The only weird thing about these is that the carrot is wearing shorts and the broccoli has a skirt on. Were clothes really necessary?
Kisses for the carrot!
We've been reading to him for a couple of months. Our personal favorite is Get Dressed Santa by Tomie DePaola. I don't want to spoil the plot, but at one point Santa is fully dressed but has to pee! What's the big guy to do??
Matching shirts for father and son! Yeah, I'm going to be that mom.
My coworker found the frame so we can save his hospital bracelet. The onesie on loan from cousin Isabella.
And this...well, this kind of confused me. My sister sent me a big box of swaddlers and onesies and socks- really useful stuff that my niece has outgrown. And in this box were about 5 or 6 of these things.
I examined it.
And opened it up.
And the only conclusion I could come to was...
Baby smoking jacket.
Turns out, babies don't wear smoking jackets. But they do wear kimono-style tops while they still have their belly button nub.
Who freaking knew?
Thank God for big sisters. Otherwise this poor kid might be propped up next to a glass of brandy wearing sheepskin skin slippers holding a cigar.