Perhaps I am oversimplifying, though — after all, most of my points of reference come from watching episodes of “Mad Men” and reruns of “The Andy Griffith Show.”
It is estimated that 79 million Americans were born during the years following the war. Now that’s a lot of hungry babies. It’s really no wonder that at that time, Gerber turned liquefied carrots and peas into a global empire.
I really never thought I’d witness a baby boom myself, let alone have one within my own family. But that’s what has happened recently. Within the past 9 months, my family has added three new members to its ranks.
It’s been rather fun and exciting. I’ve learned a great deal more about babies than I ever thought I would know.
First and foremost, babies need a lot of stuff — veritable mountains of stuff that can’t even be contained in one room. Clothes, linens, toys, feeding equipment, other assorted gadgets — it’s enough to make a person feel overwhelmed.
That’s not to say all this baby paraphernalia isn’t good. Quite to the contrary, some of it is rather amazing. Did you know that they make diapers with a strip that changes color when the diaper is wet? It’s like a built-in peepee alarm. I bet the folks at Gerber wish they had thought of that one.
While I’ve discovered that babies spend a great deal of time sleeping (and sometimes snoring!), they also like sticking things in their mouths, giggling at the oddest moments, spitting up on your favorite shirt and dropping things on the floor just to watch you pick them up again.
It’s a good thing babies are so cute and loveable; otherwise, I’d be tempted to compare their behavior to that of a tiny drunk person.
But we wouldn’t have it any other way. Thank goodness for baby booms.
Elizabette Guecamburu, a volunteer columnist for the Irrigator, is a writer and a native Patterson resident. She can be reached at firstname.lastname@example.org.