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Early this week a friend of ours dropped off a bunch of baby stuff we’d lent them when their son was born last winter. Going through the clothing was a little trip down memory lane but how could there be so many that I didn’t remember at all? And how could he ever have been so tiny? I’m planning to ship some of it to my sister for her little March baby but I knew she had absolutely no use for a bunch of toasty warm wrong season baby clothes since she lives in Arkansas. There is also a swing and a bouncy seat that are just too large to ship to her so I’ve been asking around trying to find if there was someone I know who could use it since we appear to be done with that part of our lives and I don’t like things hanging around that just take up space.

Today a friend of mine was over a good portion of the day. Her sister is in the early stages of labor and would likely be able to use the things that I wasn’t going to be able to ship. Yay! Good-bye big stuff!

To stay with the theme, Sam has been interested in looking at pictures of himself as a tiny baby and at pictures of me when I was pregnant with him. He’s pretty fascinated with how he’s grown since it is, after all, all about him at this age. He just can’t seem to wrap his little head around the ultrasound pictures and it occurred to me that I should probably pull out the video they took during the ultrasound. If only I can find it.

Isn’t it pitiful that I don’t know where it is? I’d intended to do a nice job with a baby book for him but I really haven’t done it. I just can’t be bothered to fill out the blanks in his saccharine book of baby goodness although I do know that I’ll forget when things happened. I’ve already forgotten. I have saved some miscellaneous odds and ends for him though, you’ll never know when he’ll want his umbilical cord.

I figured my sister is like-minded about the baby books although she is perhaps a tad more sentimental than me. I sent her a baby book I thought she’s appreciate even though she won’t fill it out. Some sample memorable moments for you: Baby's First Projectile Vomit, Baby's First Tantrum in a Crowded Grocery Store, Baby's 10,000th Dirty Diaper. You know, the things I like to blog about.

I couldn’t just send her a baby book though, I had to include a little traveling gift, something every mother-to-be must have. The truth is that this little gem has a history, first appearing in my sister’s life prior to the birth of her second child. Oh yeah, I sent it to her perhaps I shouldn’t admit that. In the spirit of one good deed deserves another, that key chain made its reappearance in my life when I was pregnant with Sam. Sam enjoys removing the womb from the torso (maybe that’s why he’s never asked how he got OUT of my belly!) but I thought this little gem needed to return to its original purpose as belly mascot so today it made its reappearance her life. To her great glee. Or not so great glee.

I’m sure she’ll continue the mission of the torso when she no longer needs its services so if you know her and are planning to have a child, consider yourself warned.

Now, I realize that this little gem can be considered, um, tasteless and represent women as just a vessel yada yada but you know, I don't care. It's stupidly amusing while being somewhat offensive. My sister says that her 5 year old daughter nabbed it and attached it to her purse so as best to offend all their local conservatives.