….on your permenant record.
Well don’t get so upset!
Did I happen to mention that I’m impressed? –The Violent Femmes
So, yeah. I swear I wasn’t going to have a baby registry. You don’t need one for your second child. We have everything we need, except non-poison-leeching bottles, tiny diapers and a double stroller. My son’s closet is floor-to-ceiling clothes.
But then my friends decided to throw me a shower. And they FORCED me to register. I mean, they nearly tied me to the computer. I swear.
So I thought, I’ll just register for the non-poison-leeching bottles. And some tiny diapers. And the stroller. Oh, the stroller will need a rain cover. Hmmm, I should get the level 2 and 3 nipp1es for the bottles, since all bottles, even the huge ones come with level 1 slow-flow nipp1es. Oh, and that baby sling my friend had that looked so comfortable. But wait! Here’s a cool breastmilk storage system that keeps the bottles in order so you use the oldest one first. Need that. What this? A night light that makes constellations on the ceiling? Clothes from that brand I love, but never shell out the extra 5 bucks for? Need it!
The next thing I knew, there were 40 items on the registry. I kid you not. I’m expecting maybe five of the items to be purchased. Again, who needs to register for a second child?
But I confess… registering is extremely fun. Putting clothes on there was especially pleasing because I started to imagine what my new boy might look like in the new clothes.
Please, Albany get with the program and let me get married. Clearly I was born to spend other people’s money on myself. I have a talent for it, I say.