I hosted a baby shower for a good friend. Actually, the first baby shower I’d ever been to. Did you know you can actually risk diabetic coma at these things? Because there is absolutely NOTHING you can buy for a baby that does not push the Cute-O-Meter way into overload. First there are all the teeny, tiny little onesies and footie pajamas. Then there are the little toys and bathtubs and even diaper pails all covered with little rattles and duckies and fluffy sheep.
I mean, just take a look at these:
Even stuff like this is cute:
Just when you think Maximum Cuteness has been achieved, a gift like this is opened. This little wrap jacket is hand-made with vintage fabric.
Shall we even talk about the cake?
Now this ingenious little bath has different size bottom depressions so the baby can continue to use it from newborn to toddler:
There was even a present for the Dad-to-Be, who had strategically retreated as far from this cuteness as possible. All the way to a hot-rod car show in Pleasanton. He showed up in time for cake.
It was a good thing a few husbands eventually showed up. Because it was all pretty overwhelming for the only male who’d been at the entire party.
Only one word of warning. Did I mention this shower was held in my husband’s basement which he has turned into a replica of an English pub? Maybe not the best venue for a baby shower:
But seriously, it was a load of fun. In fact, I’m thinking of doing an Angelina Jolie, going to a few third world countries and picking up a few babies so we can host more of these.
So, if you’ve never been to a baby shower, even if you are a guy, you should go. They’re fun. And the cake is really, really good.
Hey! We use that Boudreaux’s Butt Paste down the hole!
(Sorry couldn’t resist)
Need to get organized on this baby gift thing, I’m tardy
Thanks for hosting! it turned out great