Monday 12 January 2009

Happy New Year!


Happy New Year to one and all!

I know, I’m a bit late but punctuality has never been a strong point of mine.

Google Baby’s first Christmas was a ‘warms the cockles of your heart’ affair. It all started with the setting out of mince pies and a beer for Father Christmas and a carrot for Rudolph. Google Baby tried to eat the mince pie and Google Daddy drank the beer in front of Google Baby and bit the carrot. So much for mystery.

It was a full on family affair and Google Baby was spoilt rotten. Google Grannie left Google Baby’s first ever Christmas stocking on the edge of his cot. Cute.

I struggled to buy Google Baby a Christmas present. Well, I say struggled, I found lots and lots of gorgeous things to buy but, so excited was I at the prospect of Google Baby seeing and playing with the new toy or book, I gave them to him early. Which left me with the problem of having nothing to wrap up and give him on Christmas day.

So I asked Google, what do you buy the baby who has everything?

And the answer? Well, apparently, it’s all about designer baby carriers.

For just over $700, you can get a Gucci baby carrier.

Expensive, yes, but, according to the website ‘for the price and possession of your life, you shouldn’t buy less than the best!’ Quite!

Not special enough? Then check out the Golden Papoose by Bill Amberg. A limited edition of 10 (are there really 10 people in the world insane enough to want to buy it?) It is, apparently, ‘A golden porter for a priceless ride.’ All for the bargain price of $1100.

Did Google Baby get one? Not a chance! In fact, his favourite present was the curly-wurly colourful ribbon on the present from his Auntie. So next year, he’ll be getting a box of them.

3 comments:

Millennium Housewife said...

They always play with the wrapping...We planted ours a plum tree, which the gardener cut down. MH

Google Mummy said...

MH - what a lovely idea! did you sack the gardener??!

Tim Atkinson said...

Within five minutes of waking up on Christmas morning Charlie was happily playing with a waste-paper basket, happily ignoring all the brightly coloured presents. I don't know why we bothered!