Sunday was our shower.
Well, I shower everyday, it’d be better to say “Sunday was our Baby Shower”.
All the attention turns me into a babbling idiot. E.G. “Oh, q-tips! For cleaning ears and whatever else gets dirty on a baby!”, “This book may be too advanced for us…”, “IT’S GOT EARS ON IT!”, “How’s Steve supposed to fit into this?!”
The weather was up in the air (no pun intended) as the forecast pretty much changed on an hourly basis. We did get a sprinkle (or a shower, AHAHAHHAHHAHA) while guests were arriving, but besides that, it was warm and humid which did a number on my ankles. Sexy.
Of course, Big Sister to be was out and relished the attention from her new kerchief and from being such a damn fine looking dog:
Yes, I do dress my dog up. Yes, she does enjoy it.
We had a TACO BAR for lunch.
Mainly because it’s different and because Baby loves Mexican.
And then we had cake.
3 layers of amaretto. Even the small pieces were large.
I thought I had a pre-cut photo, it's somewhere....
It had sugar elephants and tigers on it. I ate a lion. It was yummy.
So many presents!!!
Here’s a snap of showing off a goodie.
I like this photo because I’m smiling (most of the photos find me looking like I opened a box of past-prime-fruit, I’m not good at making faces) and my massive ankles are hidden:
Despite what the box says, I'm pretty sure this doesn't need batteries
Once we got the furniture installed, I was able to start to de-box a few things; just to reduce the clutter a bit.
My parents made a contribution into the new piggy bank:
Deposit
The bill hadn’t even hit the bottom when Steve was out of the room, looking for a hammer:
Withdraw
And of course, if the bed can handle a 65lb dog, it can handle a baby.
If you can dodge a wrench, you can dodge a ball
To round things out, here’s photographic evidence of our potential as capable parents:
It takes a village to carry a carseat
