Well, truthfully they really don’t.  However, tonight my wife bought a new Eddie Bauer diaper bag.  It’s pretty nice, actually.

When I arrived home – amidst playing with the kids, putting away my bags and generally settling in (you know, those 5 minutes when you walk through the door and everything hits you at once?) – my wife tells me she bought a new diaper bag.  “Oh, great honey,” I replied.  [Note: I only read the first chapter of “Men are from Mars and Women are from Venus.”  In it, I learned women don’t want you to fix their problems, they just want you to listen.]  I assumed this would be the end of it.  She bought a bag.  I acknowledged it.  Time to move on?  Nope.

I’m informed a few short minutes later that I expressed indifference to the diaper bag.  Okay, I’m sorry – I should respect and pay homage to the diaper bag.  All hail the new diaper bag – it is, after all, a nice diaper bag.  Turns out the root cause here is that this is the first diaper bag that she picked out.  The first one we had was a kick ass Kelty Kid’s backpack/diaper bag that I picked out at Galyans.  The second one was the standard blue and yellow diaper bag that the hospital gives you with your new arrival.  So, neither were “personalized” for her – this one was.  She found it.  She liked it.  She bought it.  It’s hers.