droolicious : do we really need this

Spit Up: WUPZEY, I Bagged Up My Baby

chrisjordan — Tue, 21 Aug 2007 13:00:00 GMT

Just when you think you have seen every way to separate parents from their money, something like this comes along. Something that makes me laugh both at its unfortunate name and the absurdity of the product.

WUPZEY ($19.99) attaches to the bottom half of the highchair tray encasing your child's lower half in a "bag" to catch all the food, debris, and utensils dropped by the child. Except, WUPZEY, my kids like to toss stuff over the side and front of the tray on purpose.

I was almost feeling bad for laughing so hard when I read this, In fact, if you don't even want to remove it, you don't have to. Just leave it on the high chair for the next feeding.

Yes, because old smelly food and ants on your child are awesome. C'mon people make me have to work for the snark.

WUPZEY, my baby is covered with ants. The possibilities are endless.

For Your Whizzz Kid and I Don't Mean Smart

chrisjordan — Wed, 20 Jun 2007 15:05:00 GMT

Is that? What? A cup for a baby? But, why? Has infanthood become that dangerous?

It is not for your son's protection, instead you can protect yourself with Weeblock, a cup-like covering that you place between his legs at changing time. Underneath the super-soft 2-ply cotton jersey covering lies the secret weapon—a wee-wee absorbing sponge.

There are times when I have no words.

Should you want one of these,or any of the other prints it comes in, it is available at Sozo for $10.

Twinkle Toys Shoe Announcement Begs the Question, Why?

chrisjordan — Fri, 15 Jun 2007 18:03:00 GMT

Announcements to send out to all your far flung friends and relatives upon the birth of your child. Most of us have sent them.

This unique birth announcement features a little handmade paper shoe and a scroll, on which is printed the pertinent information. Both pieces fit into a small acetate box filled filled with shred to protect the little shoe.

But why? Why do your friends and relatives want a paper shoe? A birth announcement serves a purpose. It will probably end up on their refrigerator, before being tossed into the junk drawer, and eventually into the trash. But I doubt the little and expensive shoe will ever come out of the box.

There is both a boy and girl option and your choice of font options. Price for this is $250 for 25 cards.

In Case You Forget Your Due Date, Count Down the Last 25 Days of Pregnancy

chrisjordan — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 21:00:00 GMT

This item mixes the concept of the Christmas advent calendar with the last 25 days of pregnancy. And for only $99 it can be yours from Vintage Baby.

When I was pregnant with my children I already felt like a ticking time bomb. I didn't need a reminder of how many days I had left to my dute date. I had a kicking, squirming, bladder stomping reminder. I think if someone had given me this as a present I would have been more likely to open the little doors and throw the decorative ornaments at my husbands head while wailing about being pregnant for another day.

And I never even went past my due date.

Maybe this would be perfect for those planning on giving birth to next Messiah. The rest of us might be content to count down by the pile of candy wrappers next to the bed.

B is for Beer Shirt for Your Frat Toddler

chrisjordan — Wed, 06 Jun 2007 12:02:00 GMT

I am not sure how I feel about this t-shirt by Baby Dagny. On one hand it makes me laugh.

On the other hand I wonder if I really want my toddler to be sending a beer drinking message of any kind. I generally stay away from dressing my children in any clothing that promotes my own agendas, no matter what they are. I don't want my children to be my own walking, drooling billboards.

Now if they made this in adult sizes, I would snap one up faster than I could put my ice cold frothy mug down.

Ice Cream for Dripsticks

chrisjordan — Fri, 01 Jun 2007 19:03:00 GMT

Another "how did we survive childhood without this" product.

In theory I think this could be a good idea, a messless popcicle or ice cream cone. But the reality is that children are not going to hold this perfectly level and whatever melted ice cream is contained in the little bowl will spill out everywhere. Especially when they try to drink it with the cone still attached and they end up with ice cream in their ear.

Ice cream and popsicles are supposed to be messy. Next thing you know there will be a thermometer attached to these to make sure the ice cream isn't too cold for their preshus mouths. Don't want them experiencing brain freeze now do we?

Call me crazy, but at my house we eat popsicles and ice cream cones outside and topless. Yes, me too. What?