My son is way past the baby stage, and I’m perfectly happy about that. While it’s true that I can get misty-eyed at the memory of my baby boy, toddling and gurgling, I have come to deeply appreciate the new ganglier version: the guy who gets his own breakfast and walks the dog. What I do miss is the excuse to buy awesome baby products. There are so many items out there that are supposed to be for babies but that I want for myself. Herein are but a few.