I don't really want to ban the bib. I just liked the alliteration of the title. The reason I am even talking about baby bibs is that Hunter doesn't really need one. People have told me that you think you know it all after having two, (especially both a boy and a girl) but the third one will surprise you. Well, I expected that in personality, but I had no idea I would have a baby who was messier with a bib than without one.
Hunter loves eating solid food. I waited to start him on solids until he was almost six months because his thighs were evidence that my milk was more than enough for him up to that time. Now that he regularly eats solids, one would think that there would be a stack of messy bibs in the laundry. Not so. He really only gets food on his bib when he decides to chew on it mid-meal. He does get a little food on his face, but that is more because he moves around so much that my aim isn't always the best. I had never seen a baby who didn't spit at least some of the food out when eating until I had Hunter. With Kristen and AJ, it was put the food in, they spit it out, scrape the food off the chin, put it in, they spit it out, scrape the chin, put it in again, and hope it finally is swallowed.
Today, when I fed Hunter his cereal, I didn't even bother putting a bib on him. I didn't regret that decision.