After shipping the little one off to daycare this morning, I decided to use my day off to tackle the clutter that has accumulated in our home since CeCe was born. As I tiptoe around tummy-time mats, stacking rings, bouncy chairs and power cords I have to ask- how can someone without their own credit card acquire so much crap?
I know the answer lies in our amazing friends and family who want to shower our girl with goodies. We are still getting gifts in the mail every day and 95 percent of them are pink fuzzy blankets. I have no idea what all the other children in Kentucky are being swaddled in, because my daughter seems to have all the blankets ever made.
We took an overnight trip to my parents house this past weekend, and even though we were gone just over 24 hours, our luggage said otherwise. My father was right- traveling with children resembles the invasion of Normandy.
Matt and I shared a duffle bag. CeCe had two of her own. She needed at least three onesies per day, new outfits, back up outfits, back up outfits for the back up outfits and five thousand diapers minimum.
Even just at home, the girl's closet rivals what I imagine Paris Hilton's must look like. Stuffed from wall to wall with pink and sparkles peeking out. Just about one-billionth of the price and my child never leaves home in a skirt without underwear.
We are incredibly blessed to have people who want to buy for our daughter. But there comes a point when I have to put a moratorium on presents. This includes, but is not limited to: pink dresses, teething toys, stuffed bunny rabbits, fuzzy blankets and giant hair bows.
I hoped that when Christmas came and went, people would calm down with the baby shopping. But it seems we are meant to celebrate every week with a new round of gifts. "January is National Soup Month, so I bought this adorable onesie with a Campbell's can on it!"
I sincerely do appreciate the thought, but I must send out a plea to all those who are tempted to buy for their loved one's babies on a frequent basis.
Limit the goochy-goo, oh how cute, isn't this adorable presents to holidays that are actually celebrated and birthdays. This means no outfits that can't be worn every day (like clothes that require special cleaning or anything with smocking) and toys that light up, make noise and don't have an off switch. (Tripping over one of those on your way to a midnight feeding is the most obnoxious disruption in the history of time.)
If you have the itch to bust out that plastic at the baby store, buy plain white undershirts, because it is impossible to have enough of them. Or a new package of the kid's favorite pacifier, because chances are we have lost at least two of them by now. Get practical and a new mom will be forever grateful. I would dance across a land mine of unopened rattles and hurdle the stack of our 14 copies of "Goodnight Moon" to give you a hug for presents like those.