Shower Stories

Now that baby sister has posted all about her baby on her blog, I can take a turn.

She was a tough one, that Indian. She came almost directly from the hospital to my house for her baby shower. We so nicely ushered baby's daddy and the lil' buckaroo up to my bedroom to stay away from the sickie germs (and there were some sickie germs here that day).

Now, just so you know, everyone in my family has a severe aversion to shower games...everyone except for the Indian. Since she had the little guy early, in lieu of games we had her tell her birth story instead (because come on, as women isn't that what we really want to do is have a pissing match on who has the best birth stories? It is what essentially defines us as mothers, don't you agree?).

Of course, it isn't a shower without food, right? Check out that spread.





My firstborn took it upon herself to write labels for the food. Besides the new baby and all of the gifts, that was probably the cutest thing there.

Appropriate for a boy, eh?

It has been a prolific year for babies in our family, wouldn't you agree middle sister and cousin Jamie? That is my sweet niece Em and Jamie's daughter who is half Fillapino. Fillapino's make beautful babies, don't you think?

Oh, and there were even a few blogging gals there.

From left to right, Indian, me, Alice and Rookie.




Presents? Did someone say presents? Holy cow there were presents!

Our "Favorite Aunt Pattie" made those for her baby. The woman is talented.

"Don't come near my baby with a cough!!!" She weilded that knife like a pro!

Could there have been a more appropriate gift for my sister's baby? I think not.

All I can say is the sooner she realizes that, the better.

Welcome to the world lil' buckaroo! Cowboy and Indian, you did great!

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Now, it just wouldn't be complete without at least one Spunky funny. On Friday I had the three princesses in the car running countless amounts of errands for the shower. The head Princess was telling me a story about what she learned at school. And for a bit of background, it was just the Chinese New Year.

"Mom." she said "Did you know that it is the year of the rat? That means anyone who is born this year is a rat. Hey, little buckaroo (substitute his real name here) is a rat. "

The next day when the shower was coming to an end, the Spunky one somehow made it past security and got a peek at the baby.

She came running down the stairs at full Spunky speed and yelled "MOM, MOM!!! COME SEE!!! LITTLE BUCKAROO (only substitute his real name here)ISN'T A RAT! SHE'S A BABY!"

Not only is she confused about human breeding, we have to worry about gender identification as well. See what you are in for little sis?

But it is one fun ride!