I will become a grandma in another 4 to 6 weeks, so I have been looking at items the new parents might use. It’s a different world out there.
I won’t tell you I walked five miles to work while pregnant uphill in a blizzard both ways, but that’s what it feels like when it comes to baby paraphernalia.
I browsed for nursery lamps or nightlights or music. I remember buying a lamp base that was a red truck with a standard bulb and a shade, thirty years ago.
Did you know you can buy a night lamp that glows in different colors, syncs to Blue Tooth, and depends on the app on your phone? You know, a blue glow to the Beatles is different than a yellow glow to Brahms? The price is higher than the red truck, too. You can get a version that displays swirling stars on the ceiling. This may not be news to you. I think if you are stumbling into the baby’s room at 2 a.m., maybe you just want to push the “On” button, so I will opt for old school. No apps.
Nightlights used to plug into the wall, and you got them for $2.99 in a grocery store aisle. Now they are shaped like animals, and they play white noise, like raindrops, and they can probably talk or change diapers, I don’t know. They cost more than $2.99. I do like the owl.
I’ve been nostalgic for the songs of Raffi, so I want to find a basic CD player, and a CD where he sings “Baby Beluga.” I thought I would never want to hear that song again, but after thirty years, I remember all the words.
I’m restricting my curiosity, though. I’m liking the idea of a rocking chair, and lullabies, and wash cloths and story books. That feels like grandma material.