Congratulations, you middle-aged baby. Look what you've grown - baggy arms and knee flaps! And is that a new tooth - or just a lovely cap? A tongue-in-cheek celebration of middle age in the form of a traditional fill-in baby book, my middle-aged baby book is a perfect keepsake for both women ('Is it hot in here or is it just me?') and men ('remember, it's prostate, not prostrate').
It's an irreverent take on the shared symptoms of growing older.
Beginning with vital statistics (car phone number, cholesterol count), it provides a permanent place to record memorable firsts - first liver spot, first espousal of conservative opinions - and a place to remember favourite toys such as the Jeep, rowing machine, and the big screen TV with VCR.
There's a middle-aged baby's Horoscope, Favourite Nursery Rhymes, and The Seven Stages of Men's Hair Loss.
Thoughtfully printed on anti-glare paper, in large, easy-to-read type, the book is illustrated throughout in full colour.