|My gift: a fully-loaded, daddy baby apron, complete|
with a surgical mask and goggles. Sweet.
Suffice it to say, I've got a year's worth of Hershey's candy, brownies, cookies and a breakfast casserole sitting in my fridge (the Corningware tray is ours too right Gayla? Kidding.)
But, these parties aren't all chocolate and casseroles, there's also an incomprehensibly large number of gifts involved too. Stuffed animal after stuffed animal. Car seats. Baby mats. Creams for baby butts, baby bottles, baby clothes and (did I mention?) more stuffed animals than our little guy could ever need.
Now, all of this on its own would be excessive but, this was not the first baby shower. Mrs. Blackwell, it would seem, is a popular person. A couple of weeks ago a group of her close friends gathered at one of their homes, where they were feted with made-from-scratch food, beautiful surroundings and enthusiastic company.
|Through a series of bumps in Morse code, he|
said "Thanks." He's just so smart!
That said, thanks. Thanks very much.