#Baby Silicone Bibs

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Before You Go On With Your Baby Essentials and Baby Silicone Bibs Shopping Spree

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Hello Kitty x Bumkins Baby Collaboration

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[seiwas]

papa nanami and how he can't decide which fleece jacket he should buy for his little girl—

they’re tiny, the length of the fabric spanning his two palms and a half. he’s thinking hard on this one—tan or pink? tan or pink… tan or pink.

the store is closing soon; the only free time he had was after work, now, half an hour before dinner. he should hurry so he can go home already—to his little girl and you.

he sighs, holding the jackets up again. tan or pink...

hm.

he makes his choice.

.

when he arrives home, crouching low as his little girl comes crashing into him—the shopping bag falls to his side, hands holding her close. you peek from the kitchen, smile warm and in love.

kento always makes it in time for dinner, no matter what.

after tickles and giggles and a big munching on her cheek, your little girl pulls her papa by his pinky, dragging him over to you.

you always give him a kiss on the cheek.

“welcome home, my love.” you whisper by his ear, setting the last bowl of food down on the dining table.

you spot the shopping bag by the foyer, sneaking him a look, “did some early gift shopping?”

he follows your eyes, picking up your little girl as he sets her down on her seat.

“bought some fleece jackets for her, before it gets too cold.”

your lips curl up, knowing you chose the right man; his foresight, the way he looks after you both—it makes your heart swell as you walk to pick up the shopping bag.

when you pry it open, you’re met with fuzzy bundles of tan and pink. you snort, “couldn’t pick?”

he flushes, cheeks turning the same shade as the fabric in front of you—he points to his suit, “she said she wanted to match with me.”

your mouth forms an ‘ah’, still smiling, “and the pink?”

“i thought it’d look cute on her.”

he turns to your little girl, grip tight on her silicon utensils as she stabs around her food. she’s almost on her way to full sentences now and it shouldn’t make him this sentimental, but it does.

he wants her to stay this tiny forever.

his little girl.

“what do you think, baby?” you hold up the pink jacket beside you, speaking to your daughter.

she giggles, silicon fork in hand as her bib bounces; her eyes, the same brown as her papa’s but shaped like yours, sparkles, “pwitty! pwitty on!”

“papa always has good taste doesn’t he?” you look at your husband fondly.

your little girl babbles, giggling.

and nanami doesn’t know what he did to deserve this—your little family, but if he has to buy every fleece jacket in the world to keep you both warm and toasty, he will.

he’ll even make you all matchy.

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@kentoangel @em1e @augustinewrites @crysugu @soumies @itadorey @mididoodles thought about u all while writing this 🥹

[izurou]

every morning, and often throughout the night, you’ll stretch a foot over to satoru’s side of the bed and make contact with him.

what comes across as a simple desire for physical touch, is actually a habit of yours—one born from both fear and experience. it’d be far from the first time you woke up and he wasn’t there, but things are different now, and you need him to be there.

but this morning, all you feel is cold sheets.

you sit up and rub at your eyes before looking out the window—finding your usual view blurred with rain. you shiver a little at the sight, or maybe—at the foreign emptiness of the room.

and that’s when you realize that, not only is satoru missing from your bed—the small white crib off to your right is also missing your daughter.

you think the worst on instinct. irrational, you’re well aware—there’s no reason for such thoughts anymore, but they still manage to penetrate your freshly conscious mind nonetheless.

that is, until a pair of giggles sneak past the little crack in your bedroom door, acting as the perfect antidote to your conclusion jumping.

now, you find yourself getting out of bed just a bit too eagerly for a gloomy sunday morning—sliding into your slippers before shuffling towards the door and down the hallway. you wrap your arms around yourself as you walk, both hoping for and needing a little extra love from at least one, but preferably both of your babies.

satoru’s voice becomes clearer as you near, and you’re just around the corner when you hear him ask your daughter, who can’t talk yet, a question.

“yeah? you like the rain?”

an odd thing to ask a seven month old, though it makes a little more sense when you actually see them.

the two are in the kitchen, and your daughter—strapped into her high chair, is staring out the large window with her big blue eyes, completely mesmerized. satoru sits hunched over in a dining room chair, watching her with the exact same expression while he holds a plastic green spoon up to her mouth, like he’s interviewing her.

“satoru?” in unison, the duo turn their heads at the sound of your voice. “what are you doing?”

“killing time,” he smiles at you before turning to your baby, who now has her chubby little hands wrapped around a couple of his fingers. “we were starting to think you’d never come to. isn’t that right sweetheart?”

she babbles excitedly in response, seemingly agreeing.

the transition from bassinet to crib hasn’t been an easy one, and last night was probably one of her worst so far. you’ll always rock her, and while she falls asleep easy enough—the second she’s put down, she’ll wake up and cry.

“sorry,” you sigh, padding over to the two. “she was up most of the night, i—”

“needed the rest,” he finishes for you—wiggling his fingers around and earning himself a few more precious baby giggles. “we know.”

you give him a smile, and he returns it in a much more devious fashion—as if he’s saying you owe me for this. on any other day, you’d roll your eyes at something like that, but it’s almost nine am, and you crawled out of bed just moments ago—there isn’t much you wouldn’t do for him at this point.

satoru wraps an arm around one of your thighs as you stand next to him, and he pockets your grin—knowing it holds all the gratitude in the world, and a little something more.

though, you just end up batting him away when you notice the empty bowl sitting on the tray of your daughter’s high chair.

“she ate all her breakfast?” you ask, peering over to see if he hid any of her yogurt in the pouch of her silicone bib. “why don’t you ever do that for me?”

you lean down to boop a finger on her nose, and she kicks her feet in excitement—letting out something between a squeal and a laugh.

“‘cause you like me better, right?” satoru chimes in, holding his makeshift microphone in front of her with a toothy grin—which gets her to babble, for some reason. “oh? what’s that? i’m the best? your favourite?”

you bring a hand up to flick the back of his head—even though sometimes you think he’s right with the way she’s always smiling at him, but you just chalk it up to his high contrast, baby friendly look instead.

“think you misheard,” you point out, “sounded like ew dad, you stink to me.”

your husband—dramatic, and a sucker for your baby girl, flops down onto her little plastic tray in defeat.

“say it’s not true,” he whines, sneakily tickling one of her feet to get her to laugh but, consequently causing her to smack her hands on his head. “hey, hey!”

“that’s my girl,” you snort, and she babbles some more—loving the attention she’s getting from the two of you.

“hmm?” satoru leans in closer to her, as if she’s about to tell him a secret, and then he shields his mouth with his hand to respond. “yeah i know, i think that smell’s coming from over there too.”

the two smile at each other, and while it might be at your expense, you find yourself smiling too.

because you can see it now—satoru picking your daughter up from her first day of kindergarten, begging for the scoop on all her new classmates. he’d listen attentively, and pry just a little further every time she mentions a more masculine name—selfishly wanting to ensure that he’s still her favourite boy.

it’s just a thought of course, but you’ll definitely be holding him a little closer tonight.

“look, she’s doing it!” satoru pulls you back to the present moment, nudging your leg with his elbow. he’s given your baby her little silicone cup—the one she’s learning to drink from. she has it tilted back, spilling milk half into her mouth, and half into her bib. “kind of.”

once she’s quenched her thirst, she haphazardly tosses the cup onto her tray, and you note the white residue that sits on her top lip.

“well, satoru?” you grin at him, grabbing the long forgotten plastic green spoon—microphone, and holding it up to your husband’s mouth.

he furrows his brows and opens his mouth to speak, but you cut him off.

“how does it feel knowing your daughter has more of a stache right now than you ever will?”

he grins, at you and then her. “that’s my girl.”

[saintsir4n]

Hewwo! Currently I have an unnatural obsession with Brian O’Conner atm n I read ALL that u have to post on him. So can u make some 1shots on the newest addition to the family and Carson n Brian navigate life as new parents, maybe even throw a little vacation for the 2 of them while rest r taking care of baby Jessie😘

BABY STEPS

WARNINGS: mentions of postpartum depression and angst.

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“No, no, Jessie don’t touch mama’s hair when you’re trying to — and you’ve done it,” Carson groaned, when some baby food got in her hair. Jessie babbled in her high chair. A silicone bib was wrapped around her little neck and a confused look was written on her chubby face. “Now it’s all in my braids.”

“Digging the new look,” Brian teased as he jogged into the room, having heard his wife’s yell. The 13 month year old, squealed when she saw her dad. “Jessie, have you been causing trouble? You know your mommy’s hair is her pride and joy.”

“Don’t say that Brian," Carson grumbled out, trying to clean out her braids.

His jokes only irritated her, he knew that.

“She won’t know," Brian didn't see the harm in trying to lighten the mood and picked up their daughter after taking off her bib, smiling brightly and broadly when she mirrored his experience with her baby teeth.

“She understands more than you think. She’s got your big beady eyes — I’m kidding baby, you know I think they’re adorable,” she quickly corrected herself upon catching her daughter's frown. “See.”

“Don’t mock her," Brian playfully scolded, “Don’t mock me.” he turned to his princess, tickling her tummy. “Mommy’s being mean ain’t she?”

“She likes you more than me," Carson shrugged, standing up and pinning her hair up.

Brian quietly scoffed as he gently bounced their daughter, “No, she doesn’t.” he never understood why she kept saying that. “She loves us equally. You just gotta be more patient with her.”

“It’s easy for you to say that, you leave the house more than I do.”

Brian sighed, “You know what I mean. Just be more …”

“Patient?” Carson snapped back, trying to clean up the mess their daughter made.

All day, every day she felt exhausted, tired and even more frustrated with everything, especially with her husband, which meant they were rarely intimate.

“Maybe next time you feed her you tie up your hair I don’t know — wait, Sonny," he called out, watching as she folded her arms and glowered at him.

“I don’t need your shit right now Brian," she hissed, trying not to startle their daughter who picked up more words recently. “You aren’t here every day. I have to do so much around the house. We have a dog that does as much damage as our daughter —“

“— she doesn’t cause damage. Ultra’s a dog and she’s a baby what did you expect?” Brian exclaimed.

Jessie stared between them in confusion as she was placed back in her highchair.

“More support. I need more help from you. That’s what I expected. No, in fact, that’s what you promised me.” She had expressed to him that they would share equal responsibilities before they decided to keep their baby. She feared motherhood because she never had a mom growing up. Brian’s parents were flaky so he told her that they would do their best together. At times she would regret agreeing. “Every day I have to tidy up 5 times. I wake up early to her cries and screams, I prepare her food, prepare the dog's food, our food, all while you’re out —“

“Working? Providing for us. And everything you said, that’s what you’re supposed to do. That’s your job.”

Brian's eyes snapped shut when he realised his mistake.

Carson slowly nodded to herself, “Wow. Thanks, Brian.”

“You know what I mean," he tried, staring at her apologetically, "I'm sorry."

“Yeah, I do know what you mean," Carson exhaled. “Just forget I said anything. Jessie needs to be put down for her nap.”

She approached their daughter, missing the confusion on her husband's face.

“She just ate isn’t that a bit too soon?”

Carson carefully picked up Jessie, who quickly started fussing. Stay calm, please stay calm. She would tell herself and Jessie. Sometimes she wouldn't think of anything else.

“I’ve got her on a schedule. She needs to stick with it so I can get some me time because asking you for help is too much apparently," she gritted, not hearing the whimpering from Jessie.

“Don’t get like that, I’m trying to help when I can," Brian threw his hands up in the air.

“Well, it’s not good enough. You’re not here for me. Not as much as you promised. And some days I am losing my fucking —“ Jessie started to cry, “No. No, don't cry.”

“It’s okay baby,” Brian neared them, taking her tiny hand as tears streamed down her face.

Jessie didn't want to be held, no, she didn't want to be in her mom's arms. That was clear.

“I’m sorry Jess," Carson repeated, for what felt like an hour.

But only a minute went by.

She wanted to cry. She wanted nothing more than to cry, but she couldn't she had other things to do. Her throat was drying up, and her eyes blinking rapidly.

Only when Brian took Jessie did she start to calm down.

Carson had to tear her eyes away from the soft and tender sight.

Brian was a good dad. He loved singing and playing with his daughter whenever he could.

And it only made Carson feel worse.

“She’s good, aren't you princess?" Brian bounced her, "I’ll put her down and we can talk.”

Carson sat down in her chair, with tears pooling in her eyes. She hated it, not now, go away, please. Fuck, she felt exhausted, useless, confused.

Brian turned to his wife, panicking at the sadness flashing over her face. She turned so he wouldn’t see, but he could.

“What’s the point?” Carson sighed, rubbing her face, “Nothing's gonna change.”

“I wanna help," Brian knew he needed to do more.

“Until you can’t and it’s me that’s left to do everything. Like I’m supposed to right?” Carson drawled with a sniffle and stood up again.

“Sonny, can you just wait a second. I’m sorry about what I said.”

Carson waved him off, “I’m going to go and get this food out of my hair. You know, my pride and joy, right?"

Brian cursed herself when she left the room. He offered his daughter a small smile when she leaned her head against his shoulder and eyes drooped.

Nap time.

He could do that, he could follow his wife's schedule, even if it was a little. He needed to help.

He put down Jessie in her Princess crib. Princess Jasmine posters were all over the room, she even had a little doll that she clung to.

Brian pressed a kiss to her head as she drifted to sleep, "Daddy loves you. Mommy loves you too. She's tired and Daddy needs to do more."

Shortly after he left the nursery and pulled out his phone, looking around before dialling.

“Hey," he greeted, glad that his wife was locked away in their room.

“Wassup Brian?” Suki's voice tore through the phone.

“I need some help. Carson needs to get out for a few days. The house is driving her crazy.”

“The house or you?”

“Alright, alright, I was thinking of going on a trip just us two. You up babysitting, and looking after Ultra?”

“Sure, you paying me right," he heard her laughing.

Brian groaned, “Suki.”

“Me and Tej can do it. Don’t worry. Just book the trip and pack her bags. I know she needs this.”

Brian frowned, “What’s she said?”

“Mind your business. Now go and talk to your wife.”

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a/n:

thank you for the suggestion! it was so cute to write. I didn’t expect it to turn so angsty, but I kinda feel like this is where their early stages of parenthood would go to, considering Brian would work and Carson would stay at home. They’re living a normalish life and Carson is having to deal with so much.

I also feel like if Brian planned a trip to go somewhere, he would feel like that would solve everything but Carson might just get worse. She feels like she doesn’t have his support because he simply isn’t there all the time.

[zerooup]

regressor sigma perchance?! If you have no ideas thats fine! I remember you saying that you hsvent gotten far enough to know his character well, which I totally understand :) I hope you have a good day/night! ☆*:.｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆

of course! i'm still not suuuper far into bsd; but i LOVE sigma <3 He's literally the regressor and i have yet to meet him in the SERIES AND AUGGHHH but im doing this anyway because i am INSANE abt him so im sorry if this is ooc!!

REGRESSOR SIGMA HEADCANNONS

Cw; Diapers, accidents, general sigma nervousness

Sigma is VERRRY anxious about his regression; often thinking he's much too old for things such as pacifiers, bibs and the like. though being normally cuddled up in either Nikolai or Fyodor's lap while regressed. ~

Diapers. get him in one and he'll be off to sleep within 5 or so minutes.. ~

Cuddliest. ever. Nikolai and Fyodor will often be cuddling on the couch and Sigma just tugs one of their pant legs till he's picked up! ~ Fyodor: "Nikolai, stop squirming.." Nikolai: " 'm tryin' to get comfy.." Sigma: "Mnh.." tug tug "Oh? Does this little one want some cuddles too?" "m'hnm!" "Awwh, come on Dos-kun; let him cuddle up; we can make room!" "Come here, little love. I'm sure the floor can't be comfy."

Sigma is very accident-prone; he's much too young [0-1] to notice, let alone say anything about it! So he might end up fussing and bratting till the other two figure out what he's so upset about! ~

He loves baths. LOVVES them. Especially when Fyodor does it. because Fyodor scratches his scalp while washing his hair and he absolutely loves the feeling of the silicone scrubber against his scalp. ~

Paci baby. you have to PRY it out of his mouth and there'd better be a good reason for doing so! it's his paci!! he wants it!!

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Two Finest Baby Products To Buy – Baby Silicone Bibs & Baby Corner Protectors From Online Stores

It’s great to get ready for a new bundle of joy. Who doesn’t enjoy admiring cute baby clothes? They really are so little! Baby will also require a few additional items like Baby corner protectors and Baby Silicone Bibs.

[maxs-agere-hyperfixation]

welcome home moodboards pt. 1! eddie, barnaby, and frank

img desc 1: the eddie inspired board. an agere moodboard containing a light blue onesie with a peter pan collar, tie dye blue jean shorts, a yellow whistle, a paper chain made of heart shaped paper links, a rainbow pacifier clip, another yellow and blue pacifier clip with a giraffe pendant, drawings of eddie's envelopes, a baby bottle with three rainbows on it, a stamp collection, a pink captains hat with a strawberry in the middle, a hand holding a blue envelope with stickers on it, an orange pacifier, and a light green messenger bag.

img desc 2: the barnaby inspired board. an agere moodboard containing a blue's clues t-shirt, a headband with large blue dog ears, a blue silicone bib with a dog face, a clown hat, red and yellow shorts, a blue bone chew toy, two echo microphones, two hotdogs, a blue bouncy ball with a handle to bounce on, a simple blue pacifier clip, juggling balls, and a bouncy house.

img desc 3: the frank inspired board. an agere moodboard containing a blue onesie with a mushroom with butterflies design, a blue and green crib mobile with butterflies and clouds, a butterfly pop-it toy, a crocheted butterfly pacifier clip, a blue and green sippy cup with handles on either side in the shape of butterfly wings, a collection of classic little golden books, bottles of bubble liquid, a butterfly habitat, and the jellycat butterfly plushie.

img desc 4: a pink box thats says "sfw interaction only, please!" and has hearts and stars at the top

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Best Silicone Baby Bib with pouch in USA

Discover the ultimate solution for messy mealtimes with the best Silicone Baby Bib with pouch available in the USA. Our innovative bib features a convenient pouch to catch crumbs and spills, keeping your baby clean and your floors mess-free. Crafted from high-quality silicone, it's easy to clean and gentle on your baby's skin. With adjustable straps for a perfect fit and adorable designs, our Silicone Baby Bib with pouch makes feeding time a breeze for both you and your little one.

for more information

Visit us : https://kmitchellcollections.com/products/silicone-baby-bibs

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Best Silicone Bibs for Babies

Joyfull Mealtimes offers a Catch and Clean Silicone Bib for babies in six vibrant colors, combining functionality and style for a cheerful and mess-free mealtime experience.

[quaememinisse]

Not a Baby

Theme: fluff, love, father/daughter, husband/wife

Characters: Bucky, OFC, OFC family

Author's note: Based on my story, as always, Secrets Aren't for Keeping.

          “Your sandwich is almost ready, baby,” Bucky explains, flipping Christina’s whole wheat, dairy-free grilled cheese sandwich on the pan with a spatula in his bionic hand, while continuing to sway with his 5-month-old son on his flesh shoulder. The bib protects the soldier’s bare shoulder from the drool as Theo continues to drift off.

          “I’m NOT a baby!” Christina exclaims, stamping her bare foot where she stands at the fridge door, reaching for the orange juice.

          “Hey,” Bucky whispers fiercely, turning to look at her with mild warning, Theo stirring a moment. Bucky places his mechanical finger to his lips, Christina glaring up at him angrily. She looks regretful a moment, before continuing to reach for the orange juice. She whines lowly, and Bucky walks over to the bassinet near the kitchen table, gently placing his sleeping son inside.

          “Hang on, peanut—I’ll get the juice for you,” Bucky promises. The girl sighs. The baby doesn’t wake, to Bucky’s relief. He gently rearranges the onesie so that the infant’s clothes are comfortably placed, grinning down with utmost agape.

Christina whines a bit louder, and Bucky rushes over to pick the orange juice up off the top shelf. He places it on the counter.

“You gotta have a bite of your sandwich first, okay?”

“Not fair—”

“Peanut, you, me, and mommy have talked about this a lot,” Bucky explains patiently. Christina doesn’t push further, knowing she will have to take a time out if she has another juice tantrum. Bucky turns the stove off, plating his daughter’s sandwich, rinsing a dishtowel briefly under the kitchen sink.

“It’s too hot right now, peanut. Wait till I’m done with the eggs. Not much longer—I promise.” He gives the pan a quick shine with the damp dish towel before re-applying a drizzle of avocado oil, spreading it over the heated surface with Cherise’s favorite purple, silicone spatula. He knows the last six eggs will be enough for his daughter and wife, who’s asleep upstairs. He decides he will instead treat himself to some of the roasted chicken his wife had made him last night.

Christina’s hands on the material of Bucky’s flannel pajama pants cause him to smile. He gazes down at her, his very eyes reflecting vibrantly back up at him.

“I just gotta scramble the eggs, then you can have the whole plate, baby,” he says. Christina tugs on the pants.

“I’m not a baby,” she says, clearly, but not so loud that it wakes her brother up. Bucky sighs, gazing down at her angry face. She’s been saying this sort of thing to him and to Cherise ever since Theo was born. She had not originally been happy with the idea of having a little sibling, having been used to everything usually being all about her for most of her life thus far. Bucky beats the eggs, placing the shells carefully in a paper towel.

“Well, you’re my baby, Christina,” he explains. She stomps her little foot again.

“I’m not a baby,” she says argumentatively.

“You’re daddy’s baby,” he says happily, winking at her. She groans, sliding down his leg, squeezing it with aggression. He holds back a laugh (Cherise had talked to him about laughing when their daughter had outbursts. His wife believed this response to be encouraging, and he’d had to learn not to find everything his daughter did to be adorable. Although this rage is not as genuine as Christina’s rage had been when he tried to explain to her that she was no longer going to be an only child.)

“Not a baby,” Christina whines. She just grips his leg, whining.

“Well, you’re sounding a little like a baby right now, peanut.”

“No!” she shouts.

Bucky pauses in flipping the rapidly denaturing eggs to look down at his child warningly.

          “You’re gonna wake your brother up. If you do that, you can sit in the living room and help him get back to sleep—”

          “Nooooooo,” Christina whines quietly. She frowns, gazing up at her father desperately. She doesn’t like to hear her baby brother crying up close. Though, whether she admitted to it or not, she loved him. Any time she held him while he cried, she could get him to calm down, and would wind up feeling pretty good about herself.

          “I’m sorry—I’ll be quiet, daddy,” she whines, her eyes watering.

          “Are those tears, peanut?” he asks. Christina releases his leg to cover her eyes, huffing angrily. Bucky turns the stove low before walking to the trash to discard the shells.

          “Come here, peanut,” he says, turning to gaze at her where she sits on the kitchen floor, glaring through her fingers at him while he washes the albumen off his hands. Christina shakes her head, crosses her arms, and sticks her tongue at him. Bucky frowns. He had not noticed the bib fall off his shoulder, Christina rubbing it back and forth against the floor under her foot absently.

          “Come here,” he says.

The child grunts and squeezes her arms crossed tighter. Bucky dries his hands on a dishtowel on the marble countertop before walking quietly back to his daughter. He picks her up. She immediately presses her bare feet to his chest, resisting him from snuggling her closely. He laughs genuinely, lifting her higher. Her glare lightens up a bit.

          “I’m sorry, ba—Christina,” he says, cocking a chestnut eyebrow. Christina’s flies up as well, and Bucky can’t help smiling, loving every feature of her beautiful little face. She is his mirror image, with her mother’s mouth and gentle ears, as she tucks a lock of thick brown hair behind one of them, biting her bottom lip.

          “But, you’re my first born. You’re telling me you’re not my baby anymore?” Bucky asks gently. Christina sighs, resisting his embrace less and less.

          “I’m six,” she says, “not a baby,” she states through gritted teeth. She swipes Bucky’s forehead with her brother’s bib. The soldier hadn’t even noticed her pick it up when he picked her up. She’s also so sneaky, like him. Bucky smiles, fighting another laugh.

          “Aren’t you my baby?” he asks again, sweetly. Christina sighs, tossing the bib aside and ending her assault on her father.

          “…Okay, daddy,” she says, after gazing skywards a moment, pondering this. Bucky smiles, finally able to fully clasp her in his arms. She hugs him back.

          “Oh, shit,” he mutters, smelling the eggs. He grabs the spatula as Christina clings to him, flipping some more to find the eggs a bit overdone on one side. He turns the stove off.

          “Shit!” Christina exclaims, staring him full in the face. She’d heard her father cuss a handful of times, and though he’d told her never to say these words, she seemed to enjoy defying him.

          “Excuse me?”

Bucky’s ears turn bright red at the sound of his wife’s voice suddenly by the refrigerator. Cherise crosses her arms, her mellifluous satin bath robe following her graceful movements long after she’d stopped moving. She stares wide-eyed at her daughter.

          “Didn’t I tell you never to say that?” Bucky says somewhat sternly.

          “You say it a lot,” Christina explains. Bucky gazes at his wife apologetically.

“N-no I don’t.”

“Mommy, daddy said shit,” Christina explains.

“Which means you shouldn’t be saying that, too,” her mother adds.

To Bucky’s relief, the woman starts to laugh. Christina shimmies impatiently, and Bucky puts her down to finish tending to their breakfast. He had already made Cherise’s coffee, and makes his way into the fridge, kissing her on the forehead while simultaneously grabbing the chocolate almond milk she likes to drink it with.

          “How’d you sleep, baby,” he asks, gazing down at her a moment. She kisses him on the lips and his heart sings as he saunters to the kitchen cabinet to grab her favorite glass mug.

          “Mumma’s a woman—not a baby," Christina explains, placing her hands on her hips. Cherise giggles.

          “Well, I can’t call you that anymore, can I, peanut? I gotta call one of my girls my baby.” Christina stares between her parents in confusion. Cherise brushes her fingers through the girl’s hair.

          “Very well, James. And I smelled everything and just had to come down and get it. Good morning, peanut.” Christina is in her mother’s arms before Bucky can turn around again to admire them.

          “Teddy?” Cherise asks.

          “I got him to go down again, at last,” Bucky explains, nodding towards the bassinet. Cherise looks relaxed, exactly as Bucky had wanted her. She kisses him again as he hands her the coffee he knew she wanted, pulls her chair out at the kitchen table. He does the same for Christina, pushing her in securely before finishing plating all the food he had put together, spooning oatmeal into a bowl for Cherise to go with her eggs, not neglecting Christina’s orange juice. He microwaves his favorite rosemary chicken that Cherise had cooked for him the previous night, before joining his girls at the table. Christina is already explaining to her mother why neither of them should be calling her a baby anymore, careful not to be so loud that Theodore awakens.

          As he cuts into a piece of meat, he can’t have felt his life to be more complete.

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Cloth Bibs for Sensitive Skin: Choosing the Best Options for Babies

Babies with sensitive skin are prone to rashes, eczema, and other forms of irritation, especially in areas that remain damp for long periods. Bibs play a significant role because they come into direct contact with the skin and are exposed to moisture from milk, food, and saliva. Choosing the best waterproof baby bibs—can help minimize irritation and keep your baby comfortable.

Cloth Bibs: A Natural Choice for Sensitive Skin

Cloth bibs are often the go-to option for parents of babies with sensitive skin. These bibs are typically made from soft, natural fabrics like cotton or bamboo, which are gentle on the skin and free from synthetic materials that can irritate. Cotton, in particular, is a breathable fabric that absorbs moisture quickly, preventing drool and food from staying on the surface and irritating your baby's skin.

Some of the benefits of using cloth bibs for babies with sensitive skin include:

Breathability: Cloth bibs made from cotton or bamboo allow air to flow through the fabric, keeping your baby’s skin dry and reducing the chances of rashes.

Hypoallergenic Properties: Organic cotton and bamboo fabrics are hypoallergenic, making them less likely to trigger allergies or irritations.

Softness: Cloth bibs are soft and comfortable against a baby’s delicate skin, reducing friction and irritation.

Eco-Friendly: Cloth bibs are reusable, reducing waste and offering an environmentally friendly option for conscious parents.

However, one potential downside to cloth bibs is that they may require frequent washing to remain sanitary and absorb moisture effectively. Still, with proper care, they can be a great solution for babies with sensitive skin.

Waterproof Bibs: A Practical Option for Messy Mealtimes

While cloth bibs are great for sensitive skin, waterproof baby bibs offer unique advantages that can’t be ignored. These bibs have a waterproof layer that prevents liquid from seeping through, keeping your baby’s clothes dry. Waterproof bibs are especially useful during messy mealtimes, providing extra protection against food spills and liquid messes.

For parents of babies with sensitive skin, choosing a waterproof bib with a soft, skin-friendly lining is crucial. Look for waterproof bibs with features like:

Soft Inner Linings: The inner side of the bib should be made of a smooth, breathable fabric like cotton or bamboo, ensuring that it’s gentle against your baby’s skin while the outer layer provides waterproof protection.

Non-Toxic Waterproof Materials: Be sure to choose waterproof baby bibs made from non-toxic materials like BPA-free plastic or silicone. These materials should be free of harmful chemicals that could irritate your baby’s skin.

Easy to Clean: Waterproof bibs are often easier to clean than cloth bibs because spills can be wiped away quickly. This makes them an ideal meal choice when your baby is likely to make a mess.

Though waterproof bibs are convenient, they can sometimes trap heat and moisture if not designed with breathability in mind. To combat this, many modern waterproof bibs come with lightweight, breathable linings that suit babies with sensitive skin.

Cloth vs. Waterproof Bibs: Which is Better for Sensitive Skin?

Both cloth bibs and waterproof baby bibs have their advantages, but which is better for babies with sensitive skin?

Cloth Bibs for Everyday Use: Cloth bibs are generally the best option for day-to-day activities like playing or short feedings. They are soft, absorbent, and made from natural materials that minimize the risk of irritation. Cloth bibs are handy for babies who tend to drool a lot or need extra protection during the day.

Waterproof Bibs for Mealtimes: During messy mealtimes or when you're on the go, waterproof bibs offer better protection against spills and food. If your baby has sensitive skin, look for waterproof bibs with a soft cotton or bamboo lining that touches the skin, ensuring comfort while still offering waterproof protection.

In essence, both types of bibs can be suitable for babies with sensitive skin, but choosing high-quality materials is essential. Parents might want to mix both in their collection—cloth bibs for daily use and waterproof bibs for particularly messy situations.

Key Features to Look for When Choosing Bibs for Sensitive Skin

No matter which type of bib you choose, there are a few key features that can help ensure your baby's skin stays protected:

Soft, Non-Irritating Fabrics: Look for bibs from organic cotton, bamboo, or other hypoallergenic materials. These fabrics are less likely to cause skin irritation.

Breathability: Whether choosing cloth or waterproof bibs, ensure the bib is breathable to prevent heat and moisture from getting trapped next to your baby’s skin.

Non-Toxic Materials: Ensure that waterproof baby bibs are free of harmful chemicals like BPA, phthalates, and PVC, which can irritate the skin.

Adjustable Closures: Opt for bibs with adjustable neck closures to ensure a snug yet comfortable fit, preventing the bib from rubbing against the skin and causing chafing.

Easy to Clean: Choose bibs that are easy to wash or wipe clean, helping to prevent the buildup of bacteria and allergens that can irritate sensitive skin.

Conclusion

When choosing the best bibs for babies with sensitive skin, it’s important to consider both comfort and protection. Cloth bibs made from soft, hypoallergenic fabrics are ideal for everyday use, while SuperBottoms waterproof baby bibs with gentle inner linings are perfect for messy mealtimes. With the right balance of breathability, non-toxic materials, and proper care, you can keep your baby’s skin safe from irritation while making mealtime and playtime a little less messy.

Having a variety of both SuperBottoms cloth bibs for babies and waterproof bibs ensures you’re prepared for any situation, all while keeping your baby happy, comfortable, and rash-free!

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8 Most Popular Kids and Babies Feeding

When it comes to feeding kids and babies, certain products have become favorites among parents and caregivers due to their practicality, safety, and ease of use. Here are eight of the most popular kids and babies feeding items:

1. **Baby Bottles**:

   - **Description**: Essential for both breastfed and formula-fed babies, baby bottles come in various sizes, shapes, and materials (glass, plastic, silicone).

   - **Popularity**: Loved for their convenience and versatility, with options that mimic breastfeeding to reduce nipple confusion.

2. **Breast Pumps**:

   - **Description**: Devices that allow mothers to express and store breast milk, available in manual, electric, and wearable versions.

   - **Popularity**: Highly valued for enabling breastfeeding mothers to maintain milk supply and feed their babies even when they're apart.

3. **High Chairs**:

   - **Description**: Chairs designed to safely seat babies and toddlers during mealtime, often with adjustable features and detachable trays.

   - **Popularity**: Essential for introducing solid foods and encouraging family mealtimes, with designs that grow with the child.

4. **Sippy Cups and Transition Cups**:

   - **Description**: Cups with spouts, straws, or 360-degree drinking edges that help babies transition from bottles to regular cups.

   - **Popularity**: Popular for promoting independent drinking skills and preventing spills, with various designs to suit different stages of development.

5. **Bibs**:

   - **Description**: Garments worn around the neck to protect babies’ clothing from food spills and drool, available in various materials (cloth, silicone).

   - **Popularity**: Loved for keeping babies clean during feedings, with easy-to-clean options that make mealtime less messy.

6. **Baby Food Makers**:

   - **Description**: Appliances designed to steam, blend, and puree fresh ingredients into baby food, allowing parents to prepare homemade meals.

   - **Popularity**: Valued for their ability to provide nutritious, homemade baby food quickly and conveniently.

7. **Nursing Pillows**:

   - **Description**: Cushioned supports that help position babies comfortably during breastfeeding or bottle-feeding.

   - **Popularity**: Highly regarded for promoting comfortable and ergonomic feeding positions for both mother and baby.

8. **Feeding Utensils**:

   - **Description**: Baby-friendly spoons, forks, and bowls designed with soft, safe materials and easy-to-grip handles.

   - **Popularity**: Essential for introducing self-feeding, with designs that encourage independence and fine motor skill development.

These feeding items are popular because they address the key needs of feeding safety, convenience, and developmental support for babies and toddlers. They make the feeding process easier and more enjoyable for both parents and children.