along with my Momma,
the privilege of hosting Victoria’s (my S-I-L) baby shower in about a month.
I love that girl and I am thrilled.
Can you think of a better way to support a young, grad student couple then to try supply them with everything they need? Showers are such a blessing. I know mine was!
I do love to have a party and one to celebrate new life is simply, THE-BEST-KIND!
Baby showers are wonderful.
I love them.
Here is how they typically go…
There’s the new Mom, glowing, a little uncomfortable with all the attention but truth be told, she becomes giddy once she starts opening all the packages… holding teeny, tiny onesies for the first time, thumbing oh-so-soft Lovies (or as we call them a chez nous, “Doudou’s”, realizing that,
Hubby shows up at the end, (trying to avoid the kisses and gushing ladies) to load the car and you get home to put stuff together, argue as your decipher directions… and then you just stare at that empty bouncy seat in the corner and wonder…
A week or two later you can’t take it anymore and you set up the crib, carefully arranging stuffed animals and pillows in the corner, though you know you will have to take them out when your bundle actually lays his head down… soon, very soon.
I love baby showers and I, probably rather aggressively,
JUMPED at the chance to host this one.
Picture this… Something very simple, no printed napkins and pregnant lady balloons…
Perhaps a Robbin’s egg blue table cloth on my big harvest table, gifts piled high, a clothesline hung from the chandelier sporting the softest onesies I used for invitations (that people have been instructed to bring to the shower) a tower of colorful, pastel macarons since Victoria is gluten-free, clear glass plates, perhaps a few ball jars holding the cutlery tied with beautiful organza ribbon, homemade chicken salad on a bed of baby greens from the Potager, and a big punch bowl full of my “signature” punch (read: the only punch I know how to make) Ginger Ale and Raspberry Sherbet, light music and lots of ridiculous giggles and squeals over ruffles, lace and baby blue as people’s sex preferences are revealed in the clothing they buy as gifts.
I am not a super gushy gal, I don’t “scream”, I don’t giggle, I don’t say “Awwwwwwwww” when something is cute, twittering about, and really, neither is Victoria but I bet you ten to one she gets into it and finds herself rubbing that belly and making moon eyes over some tiny little outfit…
I can’t wait.
ps: If you have a shower to go to you should check out Victoria’s Etsy store – she makes the CUTEST baby stuff! My chickens love theirs!