Mothers be shoppin

My wonderful wife and I went a'baby-registering yesterday evening.  Wow, what an experience.  I won't lie, I was thoroughly pumped to test drive the strollers, learn about the pack-n-plays and so on and I was not let down one bit.

We scheduled a personal shopper appointment to help us out because both of us were a little in the weeds during our visit to the store on Saturday.  I am not calling the plethora of baby products some sort of racket but there is just SOOOO much and it's all SOOOO specific,

"For the first seven days infants should wear this type of kimono shirt, until the umbilical cord falls off" said the personal shopper lady (PSL).

WHAT????  Something falls off the baby????

At this point I really became aware of what little I know and for how much trouble we are in but I kept up a strong appearance for my wife.  "Yes, of course, kimono shirts, what do you think, two packs?"

Just kidding about keeping a strong appearance though, I am pretty calm, probably way to f'n calm... i am such a naive fool!

Backing up some... we arrived at the store separately since we both left from our respective places of employment, ma in her kerchief. And I in my cap...  I took the subway... I used to (i guess still have an awareness of) have a fear of taking subways alone.  I don't know what started it, most likely a fear of not being in total control of my surroundings, compound that with avoiding that situation at all costs and a major problem starts and grows. I've acknowledged it, worked on it and now take subways all the time, probably more than normal because I feel like I need to ...  this just became a VERY long compound sentence, which has the word compound in it twice.
To simplify it, use it or lose it, so I travel by subway whenever I can.


Geez where was I?  The PSL.  


I arrived just as this conversation started between my wife and the PSL... "Now strollers, they start with the high end Cadillacs..." 


You can stop right there, the Cadillac it is, which ever is the most expensive that's the one we want.



I think this blog is really me just airing all my quirks*,  I feel better putting them all out there for all the world to see.


*a quirk in my case can be defined as an obsessive compulsive thought process, a deathly fear of being stuck in a subway, above average buyer's remorse and so on.


I have a problem with buyer's remorse.  When the first Xbox came out, I went and bought it for myself.  The next day I sat and stared at it almost in tears thinking "what have I done????".  I want to buy stuff and don't get me wrong I do but sometimes I have a difficult time with it afterwards.  Now, buying someone else something or suggesting to my wife she buy something is amazing to me.  It really is a high.  So when I get the chance to put my baby in the Caddy of strollers, I jump at the chance.


There's waaaaay too much to get into all the intricacies (i spelled that right on the first attempt) of what baby products were registered for but I am super excited about the high chair and the crib.


The SVAN and the Oeuf...

Don't these kids look happy?????

Rule #3 when buying baby gear, if the name doesn't sound European, you don't love your baby and it will take years of therapy for them to get over it.  Being an up and coming parent I want to say I am only kidding, i dont really feel that way.

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