(This is a review post: all thoughts on the stereotyping of babies based on their bib colour and the complete awesomeness of Funky Giraffe bibs are my own. Thoughts on which bib was best are brought to you with the delighted cooperation of Kitty and Elma)
All three of my babies have been fond of returning at least part of their milk to sender (or unwary bystander). Kitty was more spitty than Elma and Pip falls somewhere in the middle.
It’s not something that causes them any distress or has any impact on their growth or development and as the girls grew up and started solid food they grew out of it and I’m very much expecting Pip to do the same.
But for now we’re back in the world of keeping a muslin within reach of every possible seating position in the lounge and accepting that even with frequent washing he and I will occasionally smell a bit like cheese.
And as, however lightening your reflexes, spitty babies do tend to drool a little milk whenever you least expect it (usually just as you put a clean vest on) it also means that bibs are a key accessory to most outfits so that you don’t find yourself changing your baby son for the umpteenth time that day because he’s just sloshed all down another new outfit.
But there are a couple of hitches with bibs around here. The first is the practical one, namely that as most bibs are one size they don’t fit snuggly around a little baby neck and all to often you find that if a certain young gentleman has not projectile posetted right into the centre of the bib but has instead allowed milk to gently escape down his chubby cheeks and under his chin then the bib stays nice and dry and you suddenly discover that he’s soggy to his armpits underneath.
And the second. Well Pip has two big sisters. So our bibs are pink. I know it shouldn’t matter, I know there’s no good reason why a baby boy shouldn’t wear a pink bib, though I did draw the line at the one that said “Daddy’s little princess” or something similar. Actually I think I drew the line at that one for Kitty and Elma too but that’s another story. The fact remains that random strangers do end up giving him funny looks in the supermarket queue as they try to work out a polite way to ask whether I know what variety of baby I have or whether I’m simply colour blind, and it would save time on the weekly shop if I didn’t have to cover that one off every time.
Enter into my world Funky Giraffe bibs.
I know when you’re sent a product to review, especially one that you chose, you are pre-disposed to like it. I’ve yet to meet anyone that says yes to something they know they’re going to hate. And most of the time your instincts are pretty good, and you can write openly and honestly about something that you genuinely enjoy.
And then there’s a moment when you open a small neatly wrapped parcel and know that this isn’t a mere ‘oh how lovely’, this is a ‘where have you been all my life’.
And so it was with Funky Giraffe bibs. I really truly wish I had known about these when Kitty and Elma were smaller because I think they’re simply smashing. It’s the first time I’ve encountered a bib that’s shaped to be slightly three dimensional so that it naturally curls around Pip rather than trying to flap off into the middle distance.
The majority of the bib is soft cotton jersey backed with a nice thick layer of fleece (the sort they make jackets out of rather than the straight off a sheep variety); the cotton jersey absorbs the milk and the fleece provides a nice sturdy barrier layer to prevent it soaking through to Pip’s clothes. And all of that is attached to a neckband made solely from the cotton jersey that’s shaped to tuck gently under a baby’s chin and provide a snug fit, but with plenty of wiggle room.
Pip is dry cosy and happy in them and the girls alternate between running off and trying them on themselves (and the two popper size system means even Kitty can get one on quite comfortably) or vying with each other to choose the next bib in line for a dousing.
Our young man has been sporting the Bouncing Boys set, chosen from a whole host of enticing options after much consultation with the girls. I think my favourite is still the red pirate bib though Kitty has a weakness for the digger and the monsters and Elma likes the bright orange one. At least I think she does; that’s the one she runs off with most often anyway!
Pip has worn all of them at least once, and given every single one a thorough testing; they washed up beautifully though and dried in an afternoon hung over our lounge radiator.
The set of 10 costs £20. I’ve never actually bought any baby bibs, they’ve always been presents (which is why we have bibs that say “Daddy’s little princess”) so I couldn’t say that they’re cheaper or more expensive than the other ones we own. What I can say is that they are better. Much better. And if I’d known about them when Kitty was small I would have bought them in a heartbeat.
And if you’re at all tempted, the lovely Jenny at Let’s Talk Mummy is running a giveaway for a Funky Giraffe voucher here – it ends this coming Friday though so you’ll have to be quick as well as lucky!