I just had a funny conversation with my cousin who thinks I'm a horrible parent, and I'm depriving my child because my baby's room is not all done up "nursery theme style" with banners and posters and etc. All that is nice, but I explained I'd rather her select her own theme for her room once she gets into different characters in a few years. Shes only 9 months, I see nothing wrong with keeping things neutral. My oldest turned out to be a Sponge Bob addict at age 2, so all the Pooh Bear baby crap I spent hundreds of dollars on got the royal toss for hundreds of dollars of Sponge Bob (and Batman) merchandise.
She e-mailed me elaborate pics of her baby's nursery. Done all in Classic Pooh, down to the rugs, nuts and bolts. She asked me if I even loved my baby, since I didn't "go all out". What does this have to do with love? I have just learned my lesson from my first one. All this comparing crap gets on my last nerves!!
2006-10-01
08:56:43
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