We registered this weekend. Armed with the handy dandy scanner that they so gleefully hand you, we populated a list with a blinding amount of seemingly useless junk. Apparently we must by this stuff or the kid will die (at least that is the impression I get from Christina). Baby It is going to enter this world an indentured servant. The most mind numbing had to be Babies-r-us. Playing shopper cart bumper bingo, we managed to get lost no less than fourteen times. I learned the difference between the 3 types of babies’ mattresses (the bum will be sleeping on a better mattress). Never mind that I have been by some of these aisles before, thousands of times, and have never noticed 98% of this junk. I never thought a discussion about nipples could be so non-titillating. So, with out further ado:
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