Coming on to 2 years old, I took a look back to see what people have been reading most. Hands down it was the the post on what to call pacifiers, complete with pictures of the more interesting ones. I’m pretty sure from search results that people want to know what they can give their kids that won’t look like a pacifier. I’m also pretty sure that these parents don’t have kids yet. Because seriously, once your kid finds one she likes, are you still looking around for that adorable one straight out of Deliverance? Also, that post includes the name “Britney Spears” so it’s obviously my best post ever.
We call ours “pacifier” and we went with a basic, buy at Target style. She still uses them at night and uses the name “ba-too-wa.” Go figure. I don’t think that was on my original list of options, but far be it from me to argue with an expert. Although we decided that, in the grand scheme of things, the pacifier battle (i.e. removing it) was not one we were going to wage yet, this week brought with us a smattering of thumb sucking. I don’t even know what to do with that. Maybe it tastes good.
People still really want that picture of a basilisk.
Folks also like to read about the things we thought we wanted and didn’t want. Let me tell you, three months old looks a lot different than almost two. I’m pretty sure it’s not even comparable anymore since some of the things she didn’t like then (books) are the things we can’t live without now. To recap:
Bedding: those Pottery Barn sheets with the beach theme are getting a serious workout. I still love them. LOVE them.
Carseats: We used the racing stripe car seat into the ground and stayed brand loyal with the new one. Yay Graco for at least offering a style that didn’t scream boy or girl.
Playpen: We are still using the playpen every time we travel or a child comes to visit. I can’t believe I ever thought, eh, we probably won’t use that.
Rocker: The recliner? Priceless.
Pajamas: She has long since grown out of my favorite sleeper but she’s so adorable in ones we can find in regular shops that we haven’t been back to Hello Earth. Still though, I loved that sleeper. More important is the ability to rotate through several sets without having to constantly wash laundry.
Hand-me-downs: Still love them. I need a family IV drip of adorable hand-me-downs. Most notable of late is the robe.
Diaper bag: we never did use that camo bag and no one from CraigsList will buy it. If you want one, we will send it to you – no charge!
Gifts: She obsesses over the books she got from friends and the ones we bought for her. I was going to use the word cherishes but then I decided that did not sound like my child wolverine at all.
Bath gear: everything is beyond useful (those washcloths still smell – weird.)
Baby hangers: so perfect and contrary to the advice we got early on (not from you, you’re beautiful and charming), “Oh don’t bother with a dresser or hangers, you’ll just end up dressing her from a pile in a laundry basket,” we do end up using them. We also occasionally take from the laundry basket. We also occasionally forget to fold them first.
Dinnerware: We never use that metal cup or plate. NEVER. Why didn’t we return that thing?!
Toys: She did end up with some toys, though not without a little bit of moaning on my part. She prefers to chase us around, brandishing books at our calves like a little, scholarly, Atilla the Hun.
As for carrying the baby around, she would mostly prefer to run everywhere. She used the Moby wrap as a baby and moved into an front carrier after that. She is now in my most favorite backpack ever, the Kokopax. It’s super light, has a stand to rest on the ground and hasn’t got any fancy contraptions like an umbrella or mesh cover for me or a tiny tornado to destroy. We use it constantly and will probably only stop when she gets too heavy for me to haul. She’s at 25ish pounds now, so I’m more like Wonder Woman than I thought. We don’t have an umbrella stroller. It seems unnecessary for a child who pretends she’s in an Olympic sprint at every opportunity, but we’ll see if even Wonder Woman can stand up to my wife’s persuasive abilities.
I’m pretty sure that’s going to permanently wrap up the assessment of things we got, things we loved and things we thought we’d love but didn’t.
Finally, folks love to land on the Supreme. That my friends, has a happy ending. Our beloved ugly duckling was spotted languishing in the basement by a handyman who wanted to take it home to his daughter. We gave it to him. And so it cycles back to the beginning. Bought for a daughter, used for a baby, taken home to another little girl for her dolls. The Supreme has lived up to its name. Bravo.