(Actually, let’s be real. They’ll probably play with dogfood.)
I’m working on our baby registry at the moment. It’s not as much fun as I thought it would be. Right now, it feels like all the stress of eating at Golden Corral - “Look at ALL the choices!! Make sure you don’t fill up on the salad!!” – without the chocolate fountain.
And yes, at a buffet, to quote The Nanny, “Salads are for suckers.”
We don’t know Baby’s name yet, so that means I have to focus on A) instrumentation and B) gender neutral stuff.
I know I’m old fashioned, but I’ve never been into the “gender neutral” thing. I mean, my child isn’t “gender neutral,” we just don’t know what the gender is yet. Plus, a lot of gender neutral stuff is either ugly or overdone.
Wow, that may be the sleep-deprived hormones talking. Imagine I said that in a really chirpy voice with a big smile.
Now, having said all that, while I do plan on filling up the wish list with plenty of gender-specific items when we do (FINALLY) find out which we’re getting, over a month from now, I have finally found a gender-neutral theme that is growing on me:
I’m totally falling in love with rubber duckies.
Not so in love that I’m having trouble finding short-sleeved ducky baby things. Like there’s no such thing as Summer babies???
Okay, okay, griping is over, I promise. For now.
I need to find the Rubber Ducky song, because the tune has been stuck in my head all day.
Anyway, too many choices. So many toys. Many of which, I’m sure, Achilles will commandeer before the child is big enough to defend them. Rocks just seem easier. Can’t break a rock.