The Baby Registry

Well I'll be darned, this is the finest idea I have ever come up with. Start a blog to keep everyone updated with the Gutierrez clan and share the news with everyone without those obnoxious e-mails. All I have to do is send off a link to this very blogspot, and aha... The Update. 

So on Friday, Mano and I found ourselves with a free morning/afternoon and decided to cross the George Washington Bridge into Joisey. We wanted to check out IKEA for fun nursery ideas (sadly disappointed - Great for toddlers, big kids and adults, but not the best for baby) so we ventured over to the Babies 'R Us just a parking lot away. I found myself in Baby Registry heaven, should one exist. With Gabe, I had no clue about baby-birthin' protocol. I registered at Wal*Mart and hoped I got it right. Now that Mano and I survived the adventure of becoming first-time parents and are looking forward to numero dos, I was left with having no clue about baby-birthin' protocol for, well, a second baby. 

I call Memee Moore and Abuela Ilsa, ask them what they did for their second. Along the same lines. "You're having a girl this time. Register." 

Ok, so to Babies 'R Us we go. I actually HAVE A CLUE what to sign up for. Even more than just "A" clue. I know what we're gonna need. Then I hit the feeding (a.k.a. "breast feeding") aisle. Err... maybe I don't have a clue. Just a half of one. So I think back to a time where I consulted a friend, a fellow young momma, about the horrors of breast feeding and how in the world did she survive both her kids feeding off her precious goodies. She mentioned "nipple protectors." What a fascinating - FASCINATING - idea. With the click of a button, they are added to my list.

Until I access my registry online this evening and see, right there amongst the Boppy Pillow and cute baby stuff, NIPPLE PROTECTORS. Now, mind you, this is something my dad is gonna look at, and probably Abuelo Manny too, and there it is. Oh, and right next to it - it shows I've registered for 2. Maybe they can each buy me a set. Let the embarrassment really soak in. 

On second thought, they've been there, done that. We can all laugh about it. Or should I say, we can all laugh about 'tit'. 

To see the nipple protectors and everything else in all of its glory, go to www.babiesrus.com and type in me or Manny's first/last name. He registered for a really cool "man bag" or "man purse" or "murse" - really - take your pick on what you think it should be called. With Gabe, Mano bounced around doing errands with a plastic grocery bag filled with 1 diaper, 2 wipes, 1 bottle, and a toy if he remembered. I think this Murse is really gonna help him out. :)