Baby Stuff…I need Baby Stuff…
And I’m freakin’ out
Yes freakin’ out…
Because I don’t know what I will need
When my little one’s up to…speed…
And I…think I’m done trying to make this into a song.
Long story short – I’ve been browsing the internets trying to figure out what exactly I will/may/might need when the baby gets here and, out of those things that could be helpful, what is best. Do I get a sponge mat and stick the kid in the sink? Or do I get one of those awesome washpod/tummy tub/stick-your-baby-in-an-expensive-trashcan type of things? Can I just get a regular stroller, and if I do, what kind should it be? Or do I need a new stroller? Am I going to use cloth diapers? Am I going to make the baby’s food? And, oh my gosh, one day, I’ll have a four year old. A FOUR YEAR OLD….at the State Fair…what will I need for that?
In an attempt to help curb my freakout, The Boy and I headed off to Babies’RUs to get a look at some of these products up close. We shook baby beds. We struggled with (and figured out for ourselves) how to take down a stroller. The Boy shook activity centers, bounced toys, and played with the various music that comes with baby stuff. We played them all to see which ones we could tolerate. We felt blankets, examined stuffed animals, and made a mockery of quite a few of the slings and diaper bags. We even bought a very, VERY, furious looking stuffed duck. (I was bemused by the tiny sofas and armchairs for tots when I felt something gently tapping on my shoulder. I turned around to face Mr. Duck.) He appeared to be the last of his kind – and he appeared to be incredibly unhappy. So we thought we’d take him home with us. He doesn’t appear to be much happier – but I’m sure that, with time, he’ll be okay.
That was fun.
We came away feeling much more…fulfilled in the baby stuff finding department. We each have a better idea of what we might need or might want, and we each have a better idea of just how much space we’re going to need to allocate to this very little person.