oh baby (oh, these cliches are fun!)

so, i've spent the better part of the morning scouring the internet for potential baby gifts for miss mica shea. i know that i definitely want to find a t-shirt for the baby with debbie harry on it.

needless to say, i'm having no luck. i know i've seen the damn things, but i'll be a monkey's uncle if i can remember where.

anyway. i am learning a lot as a result of this endeavor. for example, there is apparently a market for people who want to dress their children as ravers (platform shoes, reflective track suits). and goths--black and purple satin, lace trim. and punks: little plaid pants and t-shirts with silly slogans on them. you can get spiked diaper bags (which sort of seems like an inherently bad idea, myself, but perhaps i'm missing something here). monogrammed cases to carry around your baby wipes. there is a massive subculture of people who are violently pro-breastfeeding.

it's a weird, weird world out there. there's a lot of money in babies, and it makes me more resolved than ever not to reproduce.

it does, however, inspire me to reinvent myself. so i suppose that's something.