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buying stuff for baby

2 Oct

You know, we don’t buy all that much stuff for BB. Many awesome people bought us awesome stuff pre-baby, and others gave/lent us structural ‘necessities’ (snap & go, pack & play, even a high chair). We received lots of clothes from the baby kula ring, and lots of toys from baby mama’s best friend in Boston. So we’re left with mostly-cute purchases.

And with that, let me simply point to this etsy shop.

The ones we are getting for Brooklyn Baby are these in particular, whose buttons are a source of joy and wonder (but mostly joy):

If only everything in his life could be as darling as these boots.

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Our kid will never be this cute

11 Oct

Seriously, I’m now thinking we should scrap the whole kid thing and just get a dog, so that we can dress it in this outfit:

If you’re gonna get stuck in a look, it might as well be a look with some damn dignity.

7 Oct

I really like Sweet Juniper. I first read about this family who moved to Detroit when I came across this heart-breaking photo and its attendant explanation. The blog itself is about the trials, trevails and triumphs of living in the most neglected 21st century city in America. Plus, I fully intend to steal his card.

This post of his, about how he has decided to move away from the Park Sloped 40-Something tattooed dads dressed like 20-something crackheads, and towards something more dignified – work shirts, work boots, wool socks. I sympathize, though being in NYC I’ve never been much of a Mandals kind of guy. I have been trying to fill out my closet with something nicer than jeans and t-shirts, without it being super-fancy or too fashion-forward. Maybe a little Put This On, but without the fastidiousness or fawning over Cary Grant.

And my wife. She’s gone for some pretty cutie-cute tops while pregnant, to be sure. But on the other hand, we went to Banff, Canada on vacation this summer, where she picked up a sweatshirt from the Roots store. “What do you think?” says she. Says me, “It looks great. It says ‘I’m pregnant, and I have given up.'”