Bugglescoop: Everything but the kitchen sink

This week’s venture into the world of rampant consumerism is dedicated to our friends who are scheduled to have a baby boy on Sunday – their first. I’ve been trying my best to recall the naivete and uncertainty of those heady, last days of pregnancy. Days spent setting up and testing out our newly-acquired-sure-to-be-necessities like the portable baby monitor. The night I brought it home from the baby shower, Bugglehubby was so excited that he promptly removed the razor-sharp plastic packaging and placed it next to our bed (on his side!).

“Go in and make some baby sounds,” he commanded. I scurried into the nursery across the hall and did my best fussy newborn impression.
“I can hear you.”
“Cool.”
“No - I can hear you. Through the door.”

Were we thinking we lived in the Spelling mansion? I mean, we can't so much as sneeze without our next-door neighbor’s dog barking.

I put the monitor away in the nursery closet, where it soon made friends with the velour-covered Boppy nursing pillow, the baby wipes warmer and the Baby B'Air flight vest. All of which had seemed, in my state of heightened progesterone and marketing susceptibility, like good ideas at the time.

Which is kinda how I feel about the registry item I purchased for my aforementioned mommy-to-be friend. Called a washPOD, it's billed as a European-space-saving-eco-friendly-womb-like alternative to traditional newborn bathtubs. It's all that, and so much more. Because in the words of one Amazon.com reviewer, "Um. . .it's a bucket."