He certainly seems to enjoy it.
When quiet time is a silent prayer for it all to end.
Vintage LP spotted at a local thrift shop. See also: How To Pray & Stay Awake.
Category: Save The Baby
Packin’ Heat In His Undies
Most definitely a “save the baby” post. A 1955 Jockey ad; via.
Toddler Jodhpurs
It may be too late for you to get your child into a pair of these this winter; but there’s always next year to make him or her freak out everyone else on the sledding hill. (Can you only imagine if they were knit from wool?!) From Fleisher’s Baby Book, Infants To 4 Years, Volume # 101; copyright 1957, Fleisher Yarns, Inc.
1954 Was A Real Bitch For Baby New Year
In this vintage promotional piece for The Sands, Baby New Year’s bottle of 1954 was held just out of reach. …Ah, back when Vegas was for adults & not kids.
Going Where Boys Dare To Go
Around here, we joke that I’m only allowed upstairs— which is a euphemism for the fact that maybe I shouldn’t go out in public much. Mainly because I get emotional. If I’m not easily amused (or even more easily confused), I’m infuriated. And pretty much all the emotions in between. Case in point, last weekend’s trip to the Mall Of America where I was amused by several of the displays at The Boys Adventure Store.
Perhaps mannequins with heads would be better used to sell camping — especially with the large bear looming behind them. I’m a mom. I worry about these things.
I did learn something though: rabbits can survive in black holes.
As far as the shop itself goes, The Boys Adventure Store is a JMCremps creation, which means it has religious tones. Meh. Maybe that’s why they insist on marketing this as “for boys”. But, yeah, why can’t this outdoorsy fun adventure stuff be for girls too?
In terms of shopping, the items are either for real little boys (toys to push, toys to ride on, and the like) or stuff that seems to leap light-years into adulthood. Teaching kids how to throw knives and tomahawks? (When I held that up in the store, my mom read it as “Kite Throwing” — that makes far more sense, I think.) If you have older kids, and kids you can trust and will supervise, then check out the shop and the official blog. (Admittedly, the blog is far more sane sounding.)
Hats Off To The Gun-Toting Cookie
I love cookie cutters, so it kinda kills me to sell this vintage aluminum one depicting a cowboy — or a soldier. The guns say “cowboy”, but the hat says, well, I’m not sure what… In any case, it’s no wonder folks can’t catch the gingerbread man — he’s packin’ heat! Another pic here. Keep up with more of what we sell here and here.
Babes In The Pumpkin Patch
It’s A Mod Mod World, Baby
Mom’s dress and the pram are so psychedelic the baby may never fully see. Via.
My Foster Mother Is Cow. So Is Yours.
From Favorite Recipes From America’s Dairlyand, by the Wisconsin State Department of Agriculture (who else?) comes the following moo-ving sentiments:
This Dairlyland Cook Book is a Tribute to the Foster Mother of the Human Race whose Dairy Products have made America strong and mighty.
Least you have any doubts who our “foster mother” is, there’s a photographic portrait of the divine bovine.
PS This that’s cheesy? Check out my “Better Know Your Cheese” contest.
Do Pistol-Packin’ Mamas Raise Rifle-Using Daughters?
Another one of the Dolly Toy Company pinups, this one featuring a gun-toting toddler defending the stagecoach. OK, so many she’s not a toddler. …But then again, maybe the little girl isn’t defending the stagecoach either. You can see the rest of the pieces in this set here, in our Etsy shop. (Better look quick — these vintage nursery pieces sell fast in our store!)
