You have last heard from me (Man Trip pic entry not included) when little princess was just a little butternut squash. In the meantime we've zoomed past green cabbages at week 30...
...oranges at week 31...
...and finally on November 13th we reached the official jicama plateau...
...which also means 32 weeks pregnant exactly.
Which translated means: pretty much to the day 7 Months!!! Wow! 7 Months!! Incredible!
What a perfect time to get as many of our loved ones together as we can (which was hard to do considering most of them live in far, far away places!), and celebrate good times and even better ones to come: BABY SHOWER!!!
The three of us in our party gear, ready to let our hair down.
Our very dear; and close to our hearts; friends Daisy and Dylan opened their beautiful home and hearts to us, drowned us in joy and warm generosity and wrestled and got in line all of the pink ducks they could find, to throw us a better baby shower than we could have dreamed up ourselves! (OK; so maybe there weren't any actual pink ducks; but the rest really DID happen!).
There was a continuous spread of appetizers and snacks, a whole entire bottle of peach "Champagne" just poir moi, a bottle of tequila for the men (complete with attached whistle to gather the gang on board for shot time), batches of brownies, wines, a big pot of chili for late night munchers and probably a whole lot more! It was absolutely perfect! Guests arrived from all over - some as far as San Diego (where apparently the most intense tape in the country is sold - you sure you didn't use glue Brooke?) and we revelled in the joy of having everyone together in one place. There were games, laughs, decorations (thank you Brooke and Daisy), great conversations and a small pack of animals.
This feels like the right time to give out my thanks to Mr. Littles, for tolerating all of this craziness in his home and for letting me chuckle at him whenever i saw his face that day. He was undoubtedly the most unimpressed, utterly pissed off and most fluffy-cute guest that day! :-)
I've learned that day that a diaper with a piece of chocolate in it, forgotten in the microwave, only takes a couple of seconds to turn into a steaming, burned pile of.......poo (?)........(plastic?). And when said diaper is thrown out on to the front lawn in a hasty attempt to rid the kitchen of smoke; it makes for a rather interesting piece of decoration that just screams at your neighbors: "Baby Shower this way!". Not nearly as pretty a decoration as white balloons and pink ribbons - but a hell of a lot funnier! Thank you Brooke - again ;-).
It was a truly special day for us and we want to thank everyone for having been part of that experience. Like all good things, it had to come to an end and I will leave you all with some snapshots of the day. Enjoy...
The hostess and her second in command decorator:
Game I: Guess that Poop!
After much sniffing, looking and some touching (I saw it!) this is the day's most awesome answer.Submitted by Grandpa to be:
Game II: What is Nicole wearing today (I left the room and everyone had to describe me to see who paid attention, I guess).
This answer got submitted by one of the Grandmas to be; after several glasses of wine, she was at a loss of words:-) but it most accurately describes my outfit I think:
Dear Dan also seemed at a loss for words...or perhaps today's Fashionista Vocab just isn't his thing...
(p.s. i was wearing black boots;-))
And the winner, with an impressive detailed description, is Zoe:
Baby Niyo's soon to be BFF Kyva, eagerly awaiting the day...
Present time: is Daddy slumping lower and lower as we go on...?
Everyone together! Thanks guys! It was a blast!
