<p>Congratulations, you middle-aged baby! Look what you’ve grown— baggy arms and knee flaps and a special little tuft of hair, right under your chin. And is that a new tooth—or just a sparkling new cap? And—oh, sorry for making you laugh, causing one of those “Oops-I-peed!” moments. But don’t worry, you’ll shortly forget it ever happened.</p><p><br />A comic classic, <em>My Middle-Aged Baby Book</em> is the irrepressibly cheeky celebration of middle age in the form of a fill-in baby book—and the perfect birthday gift and keepsake for both women (“Is it hot in here, or is it just me?”) and men (remember, it’s prostate not prostrate). It’s a place to record firsts: my first colonoscopy, my first reading glasses, my first words (“everything hurts”). Vital statistics: including married name(s), circumference of abdomen, cholesterol count (bad HDLs, good HDLs). Primary caregivers: urologist, periodontist, colorist. It explains the Seven Stages of Hair Loss, answers the question Am I Smiling . . . or Is It Gas?, covers Sex? (Check one: Yes, No, Can’t Remember), and what happens When I Grow Up—go ahead, be a burden to your children!</p><p><br />And for everyone who forgot where they put their reading glasses, the book is thoughtfully printed on anti-glare paper in large, easy-to-read type.</p>