I can’t help but take a quick stroll through the aisles of the baby section of every target in which I set foot. We’ve also spent an awful lot of time researching bigger ticket baby items online lately.
Alright, so we might be getting a little ahead of ourselves, but we spent some time (like, a couple of hours) at a baby super store just drinking it all in last weekend. “Will we really need that?!” “Oh that’s adorable!” “What an ingenious idea!” “How does this work?” “Those are HOW much?!”
I documented the occasion for fear Dan would deny testing out glider rockers, feeling how soft baby blankets are, and even debating purchasing some bibs with witty baby-isms on them (all true). Some evidence of the shenanigans:
The bib reads “If you think I’m cute, you should see my Dad!” We almost bought it, but technically the first D in dad shouldn’t be capitalized, and well, we can’t set baby up to have a weak grammatical understanding from the get-go. Naturally that is what would happen if we allowed s/he to wear this adorable bib.
“Look! The feet on these pajamas are little bear faces! That’s adorable!” -Allison
“Yea, and totally practical!” -Dan, ever the aesthetic
Please note the imaginary baby in his arms.
Baby still has some growing to do, but this onesie (from grandma-to-be) was so adorable we had to try it on already anyway.
Shopping for something so little is sooo fun. A few days before Eli came I was getting his hospital bag packed (the kid has to look cute on his first car ride home), and the reality of what was about to happen hit me as I held up the small newborn onesie. It was so small and yet I couldn’t imagine that something that size was inside of me. When do you find out if you’re having a boy or a girl?
Love that onesie… and is your husband passed out! Haha! Good call on the bib grammar though.