Registering for a new baby is overwhelming. It is not a fun process full of ooohs and aaahs and doting salespeople. It is a science; it is a blood sport. I finally finished registering today and realized that I am not the same person I was five months ago. I swore that I would not be one of those parents who think every little thing is a necessity ("What do you mean a baby wipe warmer is not of the utmost importance?!?"), nor would I get a bunch of useless crap (I mean, really, a rubber bib that catches crumbs?). But it's funny how through the registering process, you find yourself justifying even the silliest of purchases (yes, even the crumb catching bib). I guess every parent wants only the best for his or her child and, of course, doesn't want to be judged by others for failing to meet their standards.
I always thought that registering was a weird process. I mean, it makes sense in a lot of ways; you know people want to help you out and buy stuff, so it might as well be stuff you'll use. But imagine if you just went around and asked for cash to buy that same stuff. People would be appalled at the inappropriateness of it. Though I have heard of folks asking for money in lieu of wedding gifts. Now that's just tacky.
Just out of curiosity, I thought I would total up the dollar amount of all the stuff we registered for. Apparently we found around $1800 worth of stuff our baby absolutely, positively must have. And that figure does not include a crib. Or a breast pump. Or college tuition. So when we come knocking on your door, asking for $1800, please know that it will go toward only the most basic of necessities. Like rubber bibs that catch crumbs.
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I hope you registered for a Baby Bjorn. Everyone Marie knows says they are awesome. And if you didn't register for one I'll probably get you one anyway. FYI. And where did you register? Or do I just have to wait for my invitation to find out?
Just so you know, Henry made it to age three and NEVER had his wipes warmed. P-shaw to wipe warmers, I say. See? It's all about which mom you ask. Just go with your gut.
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