I went to a friend's baby shower this past Sunday. I left at about one, expecting to get there a little after two, which was when it started. Unfortunately, thanks to my inability to correctly follow directions and the fact that TomTom did not know the roads in the new housing development where the party was being held, I did not get there until almost three. I felt like a complete doofus, especially since the only person I knew at the shower was the guest of honor. Despite this less than auspicious start, and the fact that my hormones seem to be raging away, leading to an unfortunate breakout on my right cheek, thereby increasing my self-consciousness factor by about a thousand, always great when meeting a roomful of new people, the shower was a lovely time.
By the time I got to the task of shopping for her gift, pretty much the only things left on the registry in my price range were onesies and rectal thermometers. Plus this is a second child, so they already have all of the basics, which means I was going to have to get creative. Since, I've done one before and what new mother can't use diapers, I decided to make her a diaper cake. Now, I'm no professional, so the results are nothing compared to the beautiful diaper cakes made by the fabulous Renee, but I think it came out pretty well, if I do say so myself. They don't know what they're having, so it had to be neutral, but I worried that she had seen enough of yellow. I spent an hour and a half at the craft store agonizing over what color scheme to use. In the end, I kept coming back to this combination. Click on the image and look at the teal ribbon, it has a beautiful flower detail that I just couldn't resist. All the ladies gushed about my creation, so I think it was a success.
After enjoying the company of some really nice ladies, oohing and aahing over all the wee baby stuff and chowing down on delicious food (including fried chicken, why don't I eat this yumminess more often?), it was time to head home. Neil had taken Sophie over to his parents house for a visit, so I decided to stop in on my way home. Sophie had not taken a nap all day, so by the time I arrived at 5:45, she was plum tuckered out. For the first time in months, she fell asleep in her daddy's arms.
After an afternoon away from my two favorite people, it was pretty great to come home to this:
*Neil is actually NOT a Chiefs fan, but my parents (who are Chiefs fans) delight in giving him Chiefs paraphernalia. While worn often in the privacy of our own home, this is probably the first time this sweatshirt has seen the light of day.