Greetings Little One

Jeff and Nhi’s baby shower

You attended a baby shower for Jeff and Nhi this evening, little one, at the home of a colleague.  As is our tradition at these work-related baby showers, I brought along poker chips so that the men could play while the ladies opened gifts and did whatever else ladies do at these things. 

Joining tonight’s poker game, however, was one of the ladies, also a colleague, who reminded me that I should not assume that all women want to sit and watch gifts being open when a game is going on in the other room.  A good lesson for you, little one.  Do not feel that your sex automatically places societal or cultural restrictions on you.  If you want to play poker at a baby shower, you go right ahead. 

Just for the record, Jeff, your godfather, did not play poker with us, even though the game was played for his benefit.  He was unable to pull himself away from the festivities. 

Having too much fun, I assume. 

Tom, Liz, Jess and I played (and for a brief moment, you joined us, tossing in a chip and chewing on the Dealer button), while Jeff sat in the other room, opening gifts and reportedly being brought to tears at times at his friends’ wisdom and generosity. 

This means that you played more poker and cried less often than Jeff tonight. 

You can use that against him someday.

Pink and blue parade

Our friend, Donna, hosted your mother’s baby shower today. As we were packing up the multitude of generosity heaped upon us by our friends, Donna was kind enough to tie the remaining pink and blue balloons to my car.

I drove home with them dangling from the back end.

Unfortunately, I had to stop for at a gas station on the way home, where I was mocked by two gentlemen for the Baja’s unique decoration.

Where did their faces go?

Mommy and I were in Pottery Barn for Kids on Saturday, registering for baby shower gifts, when I saw these disturbing, faceless mannequins:

  

Frightening, little one.  Don't you think?

They remind me of the little girl from Twilight Zone: The Movie.  The one whose mouth has been removed by her God-like brother. 

Creepy. 

And they don't do a thing for the pajamas that they are wearing. 

Priorities

For the record, little one:

Your mother and I were in Pottery Barn today, registering for baby shower gifts with our good friend, Donna, when I received a voicemail from the producer who is trying to sell my book as a film or television series. Understanding my priorities, I informed Donna and your mother that I would return the call later, after our registering of gifts was complete.

They insisted that I leave the store and return the call immediately.

Just remember that I placed your needs ahead of all others, little one, while Donna and your mother did not.

Our baby shower invitation

Created by Cindy and Justine

Cute.  Huh?

Diapers, a teddy bear and a snot sucker

In addition to the Butt Paste, little one, our baby shower also yielded a device called an aspirator, which is designed to suck the snots from your little nose.

There's another baby shower scheduled for next month, and I'm almost afraid to see the gifts that we receive.

Sticky buns

Cindy and Justine hosted a baby shower for Mommy today, little one. It sounds like it was great fun, and your mother came home with some wonderful gifts.

And an odd one, too.

Boudreaux’s Butt Paste.

I saw the bottle and I was instantly terrified for you.

Apparently the product is more common than I thought, but c’mon! Butt Paste?

These are two words that should never be put together.

Huh?

Sometimes things make more sense to women than to men, little one. 

Take this.  A cake made from diapers, adorned with stuffed animals, Toys 'R Us gift cards, ribbons and a bow.  This was the most talked about and admired gift at your mom's baby shower, given by her friend and co-worker, Christina.  And while it's cute, it simply not something that any man would ever envision, imagine, contemplate or fully understand.