The baby isn't the one whose clothes need protection from drool anyway... it's the parents. After a 30 minute jaunt in the baby bjorn, this is what my shirt looked like:
Timmy's outfit remained suspiciously dry and clean:
In a brilliant moment, I thought I could create, market and sell a mommy bib. Sure, it would be hideous and slightly embarrassing, but there are almost certainly people who would snatch them up. Then, horror of horrors, I realized there is already one on the market!
And poof! Just like that, my dream of getting rich and my respect for parents of America vanished into thin air.
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K used to spit up constantly, which meant he was nearly always wearing a bib. We changed them every couple of hours, at least, and usually saved the cute matching ones for when we went out or had guests.
I was a cloth diaperer and I used to tuck a cloth diaper into my shirt when I would carry the baby in her carrier. By the time I put her down, the diaper was soaked with drool but my shirt was clean!
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