Yes, Too Much Cuteness Can Be Dangerous

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:

The parents-to-be are doing it Old Skool and don't know the sex of the baby. So everything was insanely cute and gender-neutral.

Even stuff like this is cute:

Boudreaux's? Is that the Cajun formula?

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.

Add a tiny pipe, and this could be for a Baby Hugh Hefner.

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:

The father-to-be suggested that after the baby outgrows it, we could use it as a floating ice chest for beer in a swimming pool.

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.

Oscar isn't sure about all this estrogen.

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:

When shower recipients go wild!

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.