It's a sad fact of life that babyhood passes quickly (for the parents, anyway). It's an even sadder fact of life that that swift passage requires an ever-increasing supply of ever-increasingly expensive baby gear. So after watching Benjamin try to climb out of his swing for the hundredth time with a look on his face that said "Come ON, Mom, this thing is sooooooo last month," I made a trip to the local money pit (AKA Babies R Us) and purchased a Baby Einstein activity center. In theory, Benjamin will be able to comfortably "stand" up inside of it while entertaining himself with its myriad of toys, lights, and noisemakers. I'm not sure if this is a good thing, but he seemed to be most drawn to the little mirror mounted on one side. Maybe he just wanted to make sure his 'do was in place.
I guess the resolution we made to ourselves that we would never allow our home to turn into a baby gear junkyard has been tossed out the window, along with many other resolutions we smugly and naively made before Benjamin was born. These included a promise to never use baby-talk and a vow that the pug would not be neglected. It seems that the pug may have found a way to get back at us for our neglect, though. Check out what came in the mail the other day:
If we come home to find the place filled with loads of new pug gear, I guess we'll know who the culprit is.
It's a sad fact of life that babyhood passes quickly (for the parents, anyway). It's an even sadder fact of life that that swift passage requires an ever-increasing supply of ever-increasingly expensive baby gear. So after watching Benjamin try to climb out of his swing for the hundredth time with a look on his face that said "Come ON, Mom, this thing is sooooooo last month," I made a trip to the local money pit (AKA Babies R Us) and purchased a Baby Einstein activity center. In theory, Benjamin will be able to comfortably "stand" up inside of it while entertaining himself with its myriad of toys, lights, and noisemakers. I'm not sure if this is a good thing, but he seemed to be most drawn to the little mirror mounted on one side. Maybe he just wanted to make sure his 'do was in place.
I guess the resolution we made to ourselves that we would never allow our home to turn into a baby gear junkyard has been tossed out the window, along with many other resolutions we smugly and naively made before Benjamin was born. These included a promise to never use baby-talk and a vow that the pug would not be neglected. It seems that the pug may have found a way to get back at us for our neglect, though. Check out what came in the mail the other day:
If we come home to find the place filled with loads of new pug gear, I guess we'll know who the culprit is.
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