Here’s the thing: I don’t really like baby showers. I don’t like the games, I don’t like watching people open presents when we already know what’s inside (ie, everything on their registry that we looked through before we bought gifts), and I don’t like the awkward quietness that comes with throwing a whole bunch of people who don’t know each other very well in a room and not offering them the one thing guaranteed to loosen them up: booze.
I’m not an alcoholic, and I like people, so I usually go to baby showers, anyway. Especially when they’re for people who I am truly happy for, like these two: my co-worker Ashley and her husband John.
It was like a traditional baby shower in many ways, except for one thing: mimosas. Brilliant.
My coworkers who threw the party did a fabulous job. We played a couple games (I won the nursery game and scored a picture frame and cherry-scented diffuser), ate some delicious food, and watched the new-parents-to-be open lots of gifts.
My blurry food plate included a sandwich with tomatoes, cheese, green peppers, onions, pickles and mustard, a couple different pasta salads, cheese and crackers and a fruit kabob. All delicious.
One of my coworkers Heather is the Charlotte of baby showers and made a beautiful and useful baby diaper cake. You can always pick out the awesome moms at baby showers.
We enjoyed a deliciously creepy baby cake after the gift-opening festivities. I noted how I don’t like the concept of human-shaped cakes, because it feels cannibalistic. Don’t agree with me?
How about now?