I just realized

That I totally skipped over a blog posting about the baby shower that my work peeps threw for me on Friday July 17th.

It was so nice- with fancy cupcakes from Pink Moon Cupcakes OMG THEY ARE SO GOOD!!!  And my boss made the rootbeer float cake I spoke of earlier– and so many people made so many delicious foods!

And Gabe came to this one so he got to sit with my co-workers, watch me, all red-faced and embarrassed opening all of my gifts. I had to laugh though because when we got home he said he didn’t get enough to eat because the plates were small and he was trying to ‘be polite’. LOL! Couldn’t have big-boy servings.

Back to the shower: We got adorable things- and a very very generous gift card to Target which is AWESOME because Target is so close and has DIAPERS and other such things we need to get. We already spent a teensy bit of it on a clock radio/cd player for the baby’s room- so he can listen to the cds I make him, and his aunties make him, so he can become incredibly cool and a very good dancer.

In other news we’ve been directed to start doing the-deed to help things “move along.” You know, the “deed” that got us into this situation in the first place. Not that I’ve ever had to be directed to do this before- but once you have gained 40-45 pounds (who knows at this point?!) and are popping up zits all over your body and feeling just exhausted all the time….sex isn’t exactly the first thing you’re thinking about.  Plus, the child is trying to make more room for himself in there. So for those of you who haven’t been pregnant before, try to imagine yourself heavier, exhausted, greasy, acne ridden, and then find a somewhat tight sweatshirt and a medium sized raccoon. Put on that sweatshirt and shove the raccoon inside of it. Now HAVE AT IT with your significant other.If you find it to be anything other than a completely weird experience- well you win, my friend. Because that is how I feel when I’m trying to get in “the mood”.

However….

words cannot describe how much I look forward to real adult sans-baby-in-tummy relations in six months or whenever. I’m already making plans for our first getaway. Isn’t that terrible????

Making Milo Famous

I had an amazing fun-filled weekend that consisted of lots and lots of family and friend-visiting in northeastern Ohio, my hometown. I am EXHAUSTED. I was so tired this morning that I forgot my cell phone at home, forgot my lunch, and pretty much am barely making it through this work day. Thank goodness for a three day (holiday!) weekend ahead and hopefully we can get some rest.  I plan to write more when I get the chance, but for now, I would like to introduce you to my newest furry nephew Milo, who belongs to my dear brother Eric and sister-in-law Miranda.

Introducing Milo

Introducing Milo...

Who's not all that interested in people..

Who's not all that interested in people..

But he sure does like his buddy Jake!

But he sure does like his buddy Jake!

Baby-Que

So this past weekend went off with mostly no “hitches”. It was the BBQ, or Baby-que. No, we didn’t barbeque babies. It was a sly way to invite people to a baby shower who would otherwise shudder at the thought of attending one. It’s okay — I shudder at the thought of attending most kinds of showers, too. So when my friend Kelly offered to throw me one for our friends, I told her: only if the boys can come and there is booze. (Yes I realized when I said this that I wouldn’t be drinking any of the booze.) As I may or may not have mentioned, I used to be a bit more of a party-er, boozer, etc. Now, notsomuch (or at all I should say). I’ve had one helluva time adjusting to a lifestyle without social happy hours and patio hours and whatnot. This BBQ was a way to con my drinking friends into hanging out with me for one-last-hurrah before all of my conversations revolve around the color of my son’s bowel movements and the other strange things that only new moms find interesting.  My friends from out of town all came in a various times- beginning with my best friend from high school (Dee) and her husband Wade (or Wayne) on Friday evening. We hung out on the porch and Kelly (TN friend) and Tim came over, and we all stayed up until well past midnight. I was shocked I lasted that long!

Saturday morning Dee and I went to get manicures and pedicures here in g-view, and it was awesome. We had plenty of time to get it done AND then have breakfast with the boys before we had to go back to the airport to pick up my friend Vanessa, who flew in from Chicago for the event. (I cannot stress enough how thrilled I was to have all of my out of town friends, IN town to see ME, all at once. I seriously can start weeping about it now if I think about it too much.)  As soon as we had Vanessa, we picked up Kelly and the four of us hit the grocery store to get BBQ food and also the liquor store to get party beverages.  At the grocery store I kept looking behind me to see three of my closest friends in the world all in-tow, all so different and met through different means. (Vanessa- grad school; Dee- high school; Kelly- neighbors) I imagine it’s how people getting married feel when they look down the line of friends in their bridal party. It’s a good feeling to be surrounded by those people. It just so happened that those people were surrounding me at Giant Eagle as we picked out meats for the grill. 🙂 Perfection.

I should tell you now that the drinking began around 2pm, and invitations said 6pm was the “start” of the party. If it’s sunny out, and there is patio furniture and booze on a weekend, most of my friends will just congregate wherever, even if it means getting dehydrated before the event actually starts. We all took turns prepping food and alcohol in the kitchen and eventually other people showed up and the party got “Started” with music and cornhole, drinking and eating. I had a hard time remembering to sit down and enjoy myself because typically (especially at parties I’m throwing) I’m preparing something or putting it away in the fridge, etc. I love being the hostess. I realized a few hours in that being the hostess while 30 weeks prego is very different from being the hostess while not prego at all. First off, when people say, “Sit down and take a break” and you’re pregnant, you’ll sit down and just….do nothing. No sipping on a beer or smoking a cigarette quickly before getting back to the hostessing. You just sit there for a minute. And patio furniture? Not the best solution for a sore lower back. Flip flops? Not the most supportive shoe for someone who’s belly is growing larger by the second. So parties are definitely better thrown when NOT pregnant- Noted.  

At this party we had bbq shrimp, mini burgers and wings. We had salad and watermelon and pasta salad and taco corn dip. There was also strawberry cool whip cake and guacamole and salsa. It was a nice spread.  People also brought their own beer, and we had a selection of: Cosmos, margaritas, martinis, brandy, and sangria available. G also had his drinking set of whiskey. Basically it was becoming what I would call a  $hit $how earlier in the evening than what I thought. Then another friend brings in a bottle of Mango Vodka- someone introduces a bottle of Malibu Rum and I note to myself that NEVER has there been that much liquor at a party I’ve thrown. Yea, we always have a few options or bottles but never THIS many. I had to laugh…and cry a little that I wouldn’t be able to enjoy the leftovers for another 3 months if I wanted to.

Anywho- I got some awesome gifts and the party was still pumping at around 11:30 pm, as I started to fade. Then a friend comes inside (to the couch where I’d parked my big ass for a while) and says, “Um- Mandy there’s a police officer here.”

Perfection.

Now- I’m no stranger to having the cops called on a party of mine. Honestly, if the cops aren’t called it probably wasn’t very much fun to begin with in my experience. So I waddle out to the front porch, where a (very short) police officer explains that he was called due to “a few noise complaints” and also “a gentleman wearing plaid shorts was urinating in the front yard.”

Awesome.

I tell the police officer that we’re “toning it down” and that it was “a baby shower that was obviously getting out of hand” and I apologized.

I went inside and around to the back to let everyone know that the cops had come and perhaps it was a good idea to calm it down. Another friend then helped me strongly suggest that it was time to move to the bars. (It was time for me to put my feet up and go to sleep.)

Now- how many people can say that the cops were called to their baby shower?!?!?!?!? That’s right. Not many. I can’t wait to pass that story onto our son when he’s old enough to know how to party.

Here are some shots of the actual event:

Kelly & Tim

Kelly & Tim

party

party

card from Ryan

card from Ryan

whiskey and dee.

whiskey and dee.

me- exhausted at the end of the night and beautiful carie.

me- exhausted at the end of the night and beautiful carie.

 

Also- I got a ton of amazing gifts- including a beautiful quilt,

book quilt: each picture is a page from a fabric book

book quilt: each picture is a page from a fabric book

our bassinett/pack-n-play thing,

now located next to my side of the bed. See the hippos?!

now located next to my side of the bed. See the hippos?!

 

and a t-shirt predicting our baby’s future (Mafia Accountant).

Super cool fortune-telling t-shirt

Super cool fortune-telling t-shirt

 

So that was the party. Thanks to all that came, put it together, and helped me clean it up. Now to catch up on sleep. 🙂